After my younger brother passed out briefly last evening during the first T.V. show I had tuned in for us with our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box, I came upstairs here to my computer; and not too long after 10:00 p.m. I was into bed.
In short order, my wife had apparently come home and practically burst into the bedroom. I wear a makeshift blindfold, so the light doesn't much affect me. But it also takes away any obligation on my part to open my eyes as an indicator that I am not sleeping whenever something like this occurs.
She was in and out of the room, and also making use of the bathroom immediately next to our bedroom. And then she came to bed.
With the light now turned off, I peeked at the time ─ it was 10:33 p.m.
I don't know if she feels the rift between us that I do, but I had to contend with some emotion for awhile.
There are serious financial matters that we need to talk about that my younger brother is not to be privy to, but she is never available for any such discussion.
Her two essentially freeloading sons have not helped me with the monthly mortgage for the past two payments, and now the income tax refunds she and I received ─ over $3,000 ─ have been depleted. I had wanted the money to use toward the home insurance due toward mid-June, and the property taxes due early in July.
The $1,600 monthly mortgage is a debt we are all supposed to be struggling to pay off together.
Meantime, my wife seems to be back into her wastrel habits since her recent return from visiting her mother over in Thailand ─ she is frequenting a casino after her long days of working at her friend's Thai restaurant.
And I think that she is also using up the last small credit available on the mortgage's associated line of credit ─ her earnings are insufficient for her fun-filled lifestyle that requires her to appear the 'big shot' with her Thai friends.
Until she became involved with me, she had only ever known extreme limitation financially back in the Isaan region of Thailand, but none of her friends came from any such background. And three of them own Thai restaurants ─ there is no way my wife should be trying to keep up with their lifestyles of amusement, but she persists in trying to make them believe that she is one of them.
Yesterday was the first time she was home since she left for work on Tuesday morning ─ she normally has an 11:00 a.m. start at the restaurant.
She needs to know just how desperate financial matters truly are ─ but she is never home when I am still up from bed, or when I am not involved operating the Android TV Box to bring in T.V. shows because my brother doesn't know how to use it.
Remember, my brother is not to be aware of any of these troubles I face. Thus, I cannot speak openly with my wife ─ nor she with me ─ when he is present.
Remember, my brother is not to be aware of any of these troubles I face. Thus, I cannot speak openly with my wife ─ nor she with me ─ when he is present.
When she does spend the night here, she rises with time enough only to get herself ready for her long workday, and then she takes off ─ with no time for conversation.
Anyway, I slept badly enough overnight that I was up at 2:00 a.m. to come here to my computer and soon get to work on the day's content assignment for the post I am constructing at one of my six hosted websites.
I took a break approximately halfway through to perform a three-minute plank and 51 flat-footed partial squats, and then I got back to work.
It was 5:46 a.m. before I got myself back to bed for a little further sleep.
There had been some light rain at some point overnight, incidentally.
For whatever reason, my wife rose early. She normally does not rise until around 10:00 a.m., but today she was up well before 8:00 a.m. And so while she was in the bathroom freshening up, I rose and got dressed and came here to my computer ─ by then, it was around 8:30 a.m.
My brother was downstairs watching T.V.
Once, my wife went downstairs and fussed about in the kitchen for awhile.
Then no later than 9:15 a.m. I heard her call out to me, "Okay, I'm leaving."
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The preceding was composed this morning up until I joined my younger brother downstairs in the living room at 10:00 a.m. to operate our Android TV Box to watch episodes of a few of the T.V. series we follow.
We watched our shows until into the latter noon-hour, and then he sought some bed rest ere he took off for the afternoon.
During our time watching T.V., the mail arrived.
I was nearly delighted to find that a Government of Canada letter to me declared that I have been approved for the Guaranteed Income Supplement (GIS) that I applied for ─ at the government's invitation ─ back on April 8.
And yes, I do receive the Old Age Security (OAS) pension ─ I am 69 years old.
I applied in person for the GIS at a local Service Canada office, and was told at the time that the processing of such applications was then at a backlog of six months.
Well...apparently not.
Anyway, the letter to me dated two days ago is unclear in that it indicates the following:
Start date: July 2018Payment: $1848.61Amount: $771.63
However, it does not anywhere say precisely when I will actually receive anything. And as for how much I will receive, those two figures make no sense ─ how do they relate to one another?
My OAS pension gets directly deposited into my chequing account each month, and the next deposit should happen sometime next week. Perhaps at that time I will see something extra show up.
This extra income ─ if it is actually of any substance ─ may have pulled me out of the fire where the next few months are concerned into early July when the annual property taxes become due.
But I am not going to let my wife or her two sponging sons know about this supplemental income. I will report the situation to be as dire as it had been looking.
At some point I am going to have to make them privy to something else that has been building for the past couple or so years.
Namely, my determination that I am not going to serve the life sentence in this jail that my house has become ─ this was not what I worked to retire into.
Apart from the three of them and my younger brother who persists in drinking himself practically insensible every day, I have no other social world or life.
There are some people I am in E-mail contact with; but otherwise, I have absolutely no friends near with whom I can visit nor be visited by.
This household is in essence my social world.
But they are all free to go forth and have rich lives. I don't even drive. It is only I who is consigned to this isolation, unable to afford to go anywhere nor do anything because my monthly pension is sucked dry by the demands of debts I have allowed my wife to submerge me deep into.
My brother is also retired, but somehow he has the income to spend drinking as much as he wants every bloody day of the week ─ and at bars. He is not consigned to having to rely upon what he is able to afford from liquor stores that he then must drink here at home.
He must have been most prudent with his investment decisions over his working life. Or he is an alcoholic fool who refuses to face reality and cut back on his drinking lifestyle that has been in place for many years prior to his retirement.
Anyway, it has been my determination that upon achieving my "three score and 10" in October, I will not still be living in this house to have any further birthdays.
That can obviously mean two things, one of which is that my wife is going to find herself a widow at some point between this next October and the one a year later in the Fall of 2020.
I can bear this bleak, lonely, and worrisome life that I live no longer.
I think I will stop blogging for today.
I will only comment on the weather, and one other item. For the weather, the day remained primarily overcast, but the Sun started bursting forth a minute or so after 5;00 p.m.
The other item is simply mention of one of the shows that my brother and I tuned into earlier today.
We have been following the series since I discovered it a couple of months back ─ a comedy called Norsemen.
Both of us are quite impressed by the beautiful blonde Viking warrior in that series who is portrayed by actress Silje Torp.
Our English Wikipedia has no biography of her, but the 44-year-old Norwegian's full name is Silje Torp Færavaag ─ that's according to the Norwegian Wikipedia article Silje Torp.
Provided that the link remains valid, the English translation is here.
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