This has been a morally and spiritually dark day for me, thanks to the usual deprivation I could not resist after rising around 2:30 a.m. this morning and putting in some work on the post I have in development at one of my six hosted websites.
I only supplied approximately half of the expected day's content assignment, for I deemed myself too seriously in need of a proper night's sleep.
It was lightly raining outside, and has done so for much of the day.
Had I returned to bed, I would have benefitted from a lot of darkness, for I probably could have been back in bed by 5:00 a.m.
Instead, I remained up in dissolution until just after 9:00 a.m.
I never did overcome the sleep deficit, despite one or two more naps later in the day. The first of those was in the early afternoon, and I rose from the nap to find that my younger brother had already left to catch up on his daily drinking.
He had not gotten home last evening until 9:20 p.m. or more. If he is not here by 9:00 p.m., I wash my hands of him and will not join him to sit up and operate our T9 Android TV Box to find episodes of some of the T.V. series we follow.
He does not know how to operate the device, so he is stuck having to find whatever is of tolerable interest with the basic cable package we have.
I actually avoided him entirely, basically secluding myself in my bedroom until my infernal eldest stepson had vacated the bathroom and thereby allowed me to use it ere getting to bed barely ahead of 10:00 p.m.
Until I rose a few short hours later in the a.m., my sleep was of the fractured variety.
Is this to be my lot until I finally die?
Speaking of my eldest stepson, I had to seek financial aid from him after he was home from work on Friday. The monthly mortgage is due to be debited from my chequing account today or tomorrow, but its balance was more than $200 deficient.
The debit is supposed to occur on the 22nd of each month, but when that date is not a banking day, it often happens one or even two days thereafter.
The account was nearly $130 short. My hope was that my stepson would be generous and pad it, since he and his younger brother do live here rent-free.
But all he offered as a transfer from his own account were $200.
I will probably receive my monthly pension late in the coming week; but until I do, I am limited on what grocery shopping I can dare make. I had hoped to get out today ─ in truth, if finances had not been a concern, I like to think that I would have been better behaved this early a.m. add returned to bed when I ought to have.
As it is, I have about $70 available in that account until my pension does come, but I never know when there might be some small automatic debit that could be applied to it ─ there are so many of them!
Consequently, I feel I must sit tight until my pension funds arrive.
It is all so disheartening that I am financially hostage to my wife and her two sons like this.
In my post yesterday, I did not have time to mention the following fraud call ─ I posted this recording to YouTube this afternoon, but it was left on our house telephone's answering machine yesterday.
The description I gave it at YouTube follows the video:
Bogus Fraud Call from "VISA Credit Card Department"
Bogus Fraud Call from "VISA Credit Card Department"This message was left on our home telephone's answering machine on Saturday morning, September 21, 2019.It is a lie.My younger brother heard the message first, and was suspicious because nobody was addressed. That bothered me, too.Five adults life in this household, by the way.Certainly, citing that the first two digits of the supposedly affected credit card are "4" and "5" might seem sufficient, and no one specific need be named. But why not name the card owner? If VISA was actually calling, would they not name whomever it was that they wanted to alert?And why did they not leave a telephone number for anyone to make a return call to? When it was realized that no one was taking the call and it had gone to voicemail, would VISA not insist that someone call them back immediately upon hearing the message?Otherwise, what good was the alert?As it happens, I DO have a VISA card that leads off with "4" and "5." But I immediately went online and checked out the statement activity for my card.It was last used on Friday ─ the day prior to when this telephone message claimed it had been used. And yes, I did use it on Friday (for an Amazon order).The female voice on the message was clearly pre-recorded ─ it was not someone calling live. If VISA truly did have a serious alert and were calling, it would have been someone doing so in person ─ not a pre-recording.What if I had actually taken the call, and in a panic selected the second offered option to of course cancel the fraud charges that were supposed to have been made?This would probably have tweaked one of the fraudsters behind the call to personally get involved; and then I would likely have been coaxed to prove my identity and offer details about me.Then I am sure that I would have to submit some identifying information about my credit card to supposedly further prove that I am indeed the owner of the affected credit card ─ most probably, the fraudster would want me to give up the three-digit card security code on the reverse of the credit card.Once enough verifying information about me and my credit card had been gathered, the fraudster would in essence have all that was needed to start making the very type of fraud charges against me that I gullibly had thought I was having VISA cancel.I didn't fall prey to the call ─ but there will be people who will, sadly.
Now concerning something considerably more cheerful, back on September 2nd while I was walking home through Surrey's Holland Park after I had done some grocery shopping, I stopped to take the following two photos of some sort of 'ground cover' plant:
I have been interested for a few years to know just what it is, for it would be ideal for a section of garden in our front yard.
The plant is so very low it almost appears to be some manner of green artificial surface, for it is finer in texture than is moss. It reminds me of that green fertilizer that may contain grass seeds ─ landscapers and parks' maintenance people often use it on areas of disturbed ground where they want new lawn growth to spring forth.
I wish someone who is familiar with the plant would reach out and make me wise concerning it.
I am going to conclude this post now by admitting that ─ after setting a 12-minute record for myself yesterday and the day before in planking ─ I failed this afternoon to have the stuff to endure the stress and strain.
I only lasted until I had just managed to surpass 10 minutes, and then I yielded in abject defeat.
Perhaps the result would have been different if I was not as depressed as I am ─ and if I had achieved better sleep.
It has just occurred to me that I feel like getting drunk....
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