If the monthly mortgage is debited from my chequing account today as it normally is on the 22nd of each month, I will be left with a pitiful balance of something like $14.67 until my monthly pension is directly deposited this coming week ─ possibly as far off as Thursday.
I have a $10 bill in my wallet ─ I found that currency denomination most fortuitously just ahead of 5:00 a.m. yesterday in the alleyway that runs right past our home.
In fact, the bill was laying in the alley immediately adjacent to our property; but if I had not needed to be out that early in the morning, someone else would have surely seen and snatched the currency up, and I would thus presently have absolutely no cash on hand.
The point I am making here is that I cannot do any grocery or other shopping for several days until my pension arrives. It is virtually an impossibility.
Yesterday I was far too occupied here at home to be able to gt out into the backyard to benefit from some sunning, and now today I am forced to do without because the sky is overcast. And tomorrow, we are apparently due some rain.
Had I any money, I at least could have gotten out this weekend to hike off and do some shopping (I do not drive). But there is no such thing as walking for pleasure ─ not where I live in this northern section of overpopulated Surrey. All the traffic-laden streets have to offer that are available for me to walk alongside is stress ─ and so I shun venturing anywhere unless I have an errand to perform.
Consequently, I will remain holed up here in the debtors' prison that is my home ─ a situation that I have observed before as being tantamount to being under house arrest with a potential life sentence.
Anyway, I was up last night late into the midnight hour ─ or maybe even a little after 1:00 a.m. ─ operating our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box for my younger brother and I to watch episodes of some of the T.V. series we follow via that device (which my brother does not understand how to operate).
Over that time, I enjoyed two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I keep in stock.
I was not to be awake enough overnight to care to be checking the time until around 3:30 a.m. when I rose just to turn on and log into my computer so that it would be all set for later use.
I was still very sleepy when I returned to bed, and it may have been around 4:30 a.m. when next I was conscious enough to be wondering on the time. It was then that I rose.
Upon dressing, I went into the front yard to water a section of garden that tends to suffer drying due to extended exposure to the daytime Sun. Just recently I had discovered that a pair of stalks of some lilies in a smallish wooden half cask or barrel appeared to be dying ─ both stalks are only six inches in height at most.
I used a kettle to drench them with water when I realized this dilemma early in the past week, and now this morning I have used a hose for the second time to water them.
But I do not know if I have been too late to save them and have them develop and bloom this year.
Next up ─ I got busy with the day's content assignment for the post I am constructing at one of my six hosted websites. That lengthy chore was to keep me from returning to bed until well after 9:00 a.m. ─ I was back in my bedroom before my younger brother had yet emerged from his own bedroom, although I think that he may have showered or been showering at that point.
Note that as I have been doing since and including the 14th on a daily basis, I broke from that post work to perform a five-minute plank.
By my count, it was my ninth day doing them for that duration, yet they are still no easier.
After my latter morning return to bed, I fared well, and resisted rising again until just into the noon-hour. I found my younger brother watching one of the FIFA Women's World Cup games on T.V. downstairs: Norway versus Australia.
This was a so-called knockout stage game.
I didn't sit with him at the time, and anon he sought his bedroom to rest up before taking off for the afternoon. He had turned off the T.V.
I don't know if he cut his rest time short deliberately, but he was back watching the game in the early afternoon. When I heard that Australia had tied the game at something like the 83rd minute, it was not long before I relented and came downstairs to join my brother in awaiting the game's outcome.
Initially I had no clear idea who I was favouring, but I soon enough realized that my strongest sympathies were aligned with Australia.
However, the game went to a penalty shoot-out after two 15-minute overtime periods were scoreless, and Norway came out on top.
But that's okay. I like Norway.
I've been wanting to mention that despite the fuss the rest of Canada made over the Toronto Raptors winning the first-ever NBA championship by a team based outside of the U.S. (in defeating the dynastic run of the Golden State Warriors), I barely followed the playoffs.
It was only of a mild curiosity to me. And I only gave what little heed I did because I was curious if Canada's team could actually finally take a title from the States.
They did, and it was nice; but I barely cared beyond that. I never watched even a brief portion of any of the playoff games ─ let alone any of the regular season.
It's a whole new game for me where the Canadian women's soccer team is concerned! I can become very emotionally attached to 'my girls' in a collective sense.
We play Sweden on Monday in a Round of 16 battle, so I'm obviously waiting for that contest.
After my brother left for the afternoon following the Norway / Australia game, I went out to the backyard toolshed to exercise. By then it was at least mid-afternoon, and I was growing distinctly hungry ─ I had consumed no nourishment today beyond my day's first hot caffeinated beverage.
I fared well out there, but my body feels somewhat 'overtrained.' At my age of 69, I don't quite have the recovery rate that once I may have had.
I don't know what's ahead for the evening as I type these words at 5:36 p.m. My brother may spend the night at the residence of his girlfriend Bev; or he may bring her here for an evening of Android TV Box movie-watching and drinking.
If that latter scenario, I have four prospective movies in mind to summon up for entertainment.
As much as I generally enjoy having Bev for evening company, she ruins most movies because she will not shut up. And as a result, I do not select movies that I have a deep interest in. Instead, I try to find something of mild interest to me that I venture will keep some of her interest.
There is a third scenario that may play out this evening ─ my brother might just come home alone. Unfortunately, he typically only does that when he and Bev have become too miserably drunk to be able to get along.
I sure don't need his company under that circumstance.
He told me last evening that it had been Bev's birthday that day, so maybe the celebratory mood will carry over and he'll come home with her. Or spend the evening and night at her home.
Both are far better than him turning up here by himself.
Let's change topics.
Are you intuitive?
I can't really say that I feel myself to be. Perhaps the closest I feel that I might be able to identify myself as being intuitive has been on those uncommon occasions when I have met somebody whom I either found myself powerfully drawn to, or else so repelled by that I practically felt something like hatred for him or her and never wanted aught to do with again.
I enjoyed the first half of the following article on intuition because I had not before given much consideration of intuition being an actual manifestation of the preternatural that the military and intelligence areas of some governments actually explore because they have sufficient evidence that it really does exist and may be something that can be developed and enhanced:
LifeSpa.com
Now, as I said, I enjoyed the first half of the article...but not the second half.
Why ruin a perfectly intriguing scientific discussion by launching off into what is practically Ayuvedic myth? The almost supernatural qualities being attributed to Ayurvedic individuals and even armies that the authour rhapsodizes on about is as meaningless as citing the almost noble godliness and perfection that pervades Nordic or Greek or some other mythos.
It is a type of idealization that is essentially irrelevant to reality or real life.
The skills cited are as unfathomable and impossible to common man as are the wildly insane martial arts skills displayed in Asian movies where protagonists practically fly through the air.
A serious article should not devolve as that one did.
Lord, my evening is already upon me! I must wrap up this post while I have the liberty to do so in the event that my brother does come home this evening, whether with or without his girlfriend Bev.
I am going to close with a few photos that were taken a little over a year ago when my wife visited a sister of hers who has basically made Italy her home.
The date setting of the digital camera being used was never adjusted for that trip, so the June 7, 2018 metadata of the photos is only a very close approximation.
The first two gloomy photos feature my wife:
This photo may actually be of my wife's sister and the sister's young son:
Until tomorrow....
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