My younger brother retained consciousness all of last evening after he was home from wherever he had been drinking, so I was obliged to sit up well into the midnight hour operating our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to fetch up episodes of the T.V. shows we follow.
We were to watch an episode of Jessica Jones, two episodes of Van Helsing, and an episode of Vera.
We were to watch an episode of Jessica Jones, two episodes of Van Helsing, and an episode of Vera.
This late bedtime of course meant that I would not be rising early overnight for any activity.
However, it also meant that when my wife arrived home from work, I was not free to have the conversation her youngest son and I should be having with her concerning the debt consolidation agency appointment that she is scheduled to have tomorrow.
I have absolutely no doubt that she has no idea what she is going to have to reveal, for her son had set the thing up ─ it isn't her idea.
So I have been wanting to prepare her, and let her know that I should likely even be going.
As well, it may be pertinent for her to realize that our situation maritally / financially is so dysfunctional ─ primarily due to her crazed consumption of credit and the debt that has amassed therefrom ─ that he has told me that he feels his mother and I should divorce.
He feels that she will never stop gambling and partying as long as she has access to the credit she can get as my wife (23 years my junior). And I will never have any hope of being free of the debt she persists in bringing down upon us.
My wife is Thai, and does not have a very in-depth understanding of English ─ this is why I know that she is unaware of what private personal details that appointment will require to be brought into the open.
She doesn't even properly live here at our Surrey home. She spends her weekends somewhere downtown in Vancouver, and only sleeps here during the week because we live far closer to the Thai restaurant she works at.
Anyway, I thought last evening that ─ once my brother retired for the night ─ my wife, her youngest son, and I could still have that conversation. However, she had herself gone to bed before then.
So I eventually joined her wordlessly in our bed, doing my best not to disturb her.
This morning, I rose a little ahead of 8:00 a.m., and my brother rose less than an hour later.
My wife does not normally have to start work at the restaurant until 11:00 a.m., so she tends to normally rise around 10:00 a.m. to begin readying for her workday, and of course the drive to get to the restaurant.
I joined my brother at 10:00 a.m. to begin using our Android TV Box for three or so hours, and my wife rose shortly thereafter to begin freshening up in the bathroom with her shower.
When at last she did come downstairs, she did so while addressing her youngest son and straightaway sought him out for some conversation in Thai.
And practically before I knew it, she headed for the front door and left for work without a word to my brother or I. In fact, in all the time since she came home the previous evening, the only conversational exchange I had with her was that of an initial greeting when she came through the front door.
Such is my marriage.
If this meeting is still on for tomorrow, then I would presume that she is not going to be going to work that day. That conversation I want to have with her and probably her youngest son should still be possible.
So we shall see.
It is now approaching 8:00 p.m., and I would like to ready and get out of here for a hike to do some grocery shopping before my brother shows up and has me tied up again with the T.V.
I do want to link to a very good video at YouTube that shows just what can be done in the way of self-sufficiency if only concerned individuals had the financial means of achieving the feat ─ I do not.
And not many of us do.
Nevertheless, for anyone wealthy enough to be able to create the sort of greenhouse being quite well detailed in the eighteen-minute video, it is a beautiful guide: Nebraska retiree uses earths's heat to grow oranges in snow.
Only idiots say that money cannot bring happiness.
In this day and age, happiness is not possible without adequate means. Without adequate income, it is impossible to buy the optimal diet that everybody should be able to have, instead of the polluted pesticde- and herbicide-ridden produce and sickly CAFO meats, poultry, and dairy that are the only option of those of us who are too poor and probably geographically isolated to be able to access anything else.
For all of my adult life, I have felt like a sitting duck. I am at the mercy of whatever catastrophe comes because I am too poor and debt-ridden to go anywhere else. I don't even drive.
And at the age of 70 that I now am, it is fast becoming even bleaker that this is where it's all going to end for me. An utterly futile life that has come to naught.
And now my brother is home ─ I am bloody stuck.
And now my brother is home ─ I am bloody stuck.
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