I certainly have not been logging in the amount of walking that I had planned to begin undertaking as of October 12.
I believe that the early a.m. of Sunday (October 13) has been the only day to witness me tackle a walk of any length ─ it was a hike of just over eight miles.
I did get out in the evening of Monday, October 14 and put in just over five miles, but there has not been anything else of note.
The reason, of course, is because I have very little control of events here at home. After all, it is not as if I live alone and can choose my hours.
Yesterday I had to make a telephone call to a financial institution to request a $5,000 RRSP redemption on behalf of my wayward wife whose reckless gambling resulted in her (she says) having the casino she frequents engage with her in the issuance of a voluntary self-exclusion contract.
Supposedly, now she should be getting barred from entry to any gambling venues here in B.C. that participate in this programme.
Her motivation that day was helplessly or compulsively withdrawing $700 after she finished work that evening, and squandering it at the casino.
The $700 had been withdrawn from our chequing account balance that was just below $1,600 at that point ─ even though we needed just over $1,600 for the monthly mortgage payment that is due to be debited from the account this coming Monday (October 22).
In other words, she took the $700 even though she knew that we were already short on what we needed in the account for the mortgage.
She confessed that night that she owed friends money ─ perhaps as much as $6,000 or more. She has been failing to make credit card payments, and now one institution is threatening her. I had earlier that day made an online payment of over $180 to her cellphone carrier because she had not made the payment for last month, and now two months' were due.
Already, my monthly pension is getting devoured with credit interest payments that are all due to her madness. Over the course of last October through to March of this year, behind my back she blew through almost $45,000 ─ the last of the available credit on our home's mortgage line of credit; and now as of this month, the interest hit for the credit debt on that line of credit is exceeding $265.
There are other much smaller interest payments being taken from my pension that are the result of credit debts she has racked up.
Anyway, yesterday afternoon I ended up having to hike nearly a mile to the financial institution to sign the RRSP redemption form. Most of the money ─ when it arrives in our chequing account ─ is for my wife to help pay back her friends, and get the credit company off her back who has been hounding her.
But I was told that it could take as much as a week for that redemption to actually be deposited into our account.
Meantime, I have had to contact my own VISA issuing financial institution to obtain a PIN ─ I have not known my VISA credit card PIN since at least as far back as 2003, and thus no longer knew what it was. I had only ever used my credit card for mail orders and online purchases ─ not in-person shopping.
I got that all straightened out yesterday. My wife borrowed the card so she could make a $900 withdrawal or cash advance today to help pay her back some of her friends.
I will most definitely be reclaiming the card when she comes home this evening ─ the $900 would be added onto a credit balance of under $300 that I already had. However, the card is worth $30,000 of potential credit, and I dare not let my wife realize anything of the sort.
Unfortunately, if the RRSP redemption I made does not arrive by the weekend, the sad truth is that I will need to get a further cash advance from my VISA card to have the money for the upcoming mortgage payment due on Monday.
There have been times when I have been practically sick with distress over all of this.
It is especially draining because I do not even have an intimate relationship with my wife ─ this is my own fault as much as hers.
We have not been physically intimate since March 2013, believe it or not.
Yes, I am lacking in the physical ability; but she displays no amorous interest my way regardless.
This is the curse of being something over 23 years older than one's wife.
I have some hope that my two employed stepsons ─ who both live here scot free ─ will help out with that major mortgage shortfall. If so, then maybe I won't be looking at too big a cash advance from my VISA card.
The youngest lad ─ who will turn 22 later this year ─ has been quite stern with his mother over her foolishness, for despite her entreaties to me that I not say aught to them, I have had to.
They need to know what a desperate plight I am in ─ and I have absolutely no one to talk to. I have no friends near.
I learned last evening that the youngest lad has arranged to go with his mother next Wednesday to have a bank or other outfit consolidate her credit card debt, for I overheard him admonishing her and stressing that this entity will most likely be having her various credit cards cancelled once the debts have been combined into one burden.
My wife tried to counter that she needed at least one active credit card in case she needs to make an emergency trip to Thailand should his grandmother ─ i.e., my wife's mother ─ be drawn near to Death's door.
(My wife and her two sons are Thai-born.)
He countered that such an event was of no concern now. They would deal with anything like that if such a time were to arrive anytime soon.
So this is where my life is now following my 70th birthday five days ago ─ hardly anything at all happy.
Sometimes I wonder how the hell it is that I still live.
I want to bring this post to a close with another collage automatically created by Google Photos ─ this one was birthed two days ago, and is commemorating the same day (October 14) back in 2011:
The occasion was a birthday party for the husband of one of my wife's friends. He shares my October 11 birthday, but he is many years younger than I.
Unfortunately, I am in none of these photos comprising the collage, but I my wife is in three of them.
There are over 1,000 photos to wade through, but I will now try and locate the five original photos ─ beginning with the left column. ...
Okay, in this first photo, my wife is the woman in the foreground ─ at the left ─ leaning toward the rather boisterous fellow in the cap:
And that is her again at the far left in this group shot of lovelies:
I do not know either of these two people:
Now the second column ─ my wife's friend (the hostess) is third from the right, and just behind the shoulder of the chap in the black "New York" t-shirt:
Finally, that is my wife at the far left peering from behind the woman holding a flower:
I don't get invited out by my wife to such functions any longer ─ it has been a few years. And apparently no one misses me, it would seem.
I want to get out and hike off to do some local grocery shopping ─ the store is approximately four blocks away.
It is already after 8:30 p.m., and I must start readying from scratch ─ the store closes at 10:00 p.m.
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