It is 3:05 a.m. as I commence this post early Saturday morning ─ my previous post was published last Monday.
That was the day that my younger brother returned from a deer hunting expedition he had gone on with a drinking buddy late the previous Friday morning. I guess my brother got back in the afternoon of Monday, but he went directly to the bar instead of coming to the house. He never showed up here until into the evening.
He said that they saw lots of deer, but not any that were legal to shoot. All he brought back by way of game were maybe three grouse.
The following day ─ Tuesday ─ my youngest stepson accompanied his mother to one of those debt consolidation agencies to see what could be done to help her manage her credit debt.
I had no idea the meeting had been scheduled, nor did I even realize that my wife was not home that afternoon ─ I thought that she was in the boys' den area with her eldest son who had not gone to work that day. His younger brother had gone to work.
As I sat here at home in my ignorance, I began getting texts from my youngest stepson asking various pertinent questions about the house mortgage, including the official evaluation of the property. Each question resulted in me having to go upstairs to research the most recent documents, and I was becoming distinctly annoyed by this nosiness of his.
Then the point finally came when he asked if he could phone me so that "the counsellor" could talk to me directly.
"What cousellor?" I shot back; "If this is a bank matter -- I've had enough such conversations."
I wanted to use stronger language, and could not for the life of me figure out what the 21-year-old was doing, or who he was involved with. And I was engaging in the texting while hoping that his mother did not suddenly come upon me to ask me what was going on.
He replied back:
Here with her at the appointment for debt management program
To combine all 4 of her credit cards to one
But 2 of the credit cards is joint with your name
So she just needs you to sign it, I'll bring the forum for you to sign
I realized then that he must be talking about his mother ─ was she actually not here?
So I replied:
I didn't even know your mother wasn't here.
Sure, I'll sign.
I then learned from his older brother that the younger lad ─ who had taken his mother's car to work early in the morning ─ had evidently come home and picked up his mother while I using the bathroom. No one bothered telling me a thing about this appointment.
I had wondered why my wife had not gone to work that day; but I am accustomed to her lack of communication with me, so I never sought an explanation.
Nevertheless, to summarize, I eventually did sign the paperwork when it was brought home, and I then scanned and E-mailed it back to the counsellor that evening.
Note that the two credit cards that also bear my name have never been used by me. That joint responsibility for them was out of sheer kindliness on my part. My wife ─ who only came to Canada from Thailand in May 2006 ─ did not have any credit of her own when the credit cards got set up in 2010.
I had no idea what a wasteful monster she would become.
Anyway, I suppose that ─ basically ─ the four individual credit card payments will now be amalgamated into one smaller payment equating to approximately half of what would have been paid collectively on an individual basis for all four of her cards.
That's good for her, but it does nothing to reduce the awful credit debt she has brought upon us by blowing through nearly $50,000 of our home mortgage line of credit in under six months to fund her gambling habit at a casino. In total, the line of credit debt was sitting at almost $66,420.
In fact, the last interest payment (due to the full weight of that line of credit debt) was something over $265 ─ and it was my monthly pension that got hit with that interest payment. My wife has not deposited any of her restaurant paycheques into our chequing account in many months ─ the only money that goes there now has been my monthly pension, so I am the one paying the price for her foolishness.
Will she refrain from applying for any further credit cards?
And will she leave the line of credit alone? ─ as well as any money in our chequing account, since of late it has only been my pension that is there?
I only have her promises, so time will have to tell.
In my last post on Monday, I told of my walking limitation due to what I have self-diagnosed to be an impaired tibialis anterior muscle in my lower left leg. I am hesitant to describe it as being inflamed, for it does not cause me pain. Instead, it becomes inflexible ─ maybe even cramped; and the result is that I am unable to rise up onto the ball and toes of that left foot when lifting off to take a step during the act of walking.
It causes me to have to walk flat-footed as if I am lame.
I am pleased to report that there has since been considerable improvement. I believe that it was on Wednesday that I braved the four-mile round trip hike to the provincial government liquor store at 108th Avenue & King George Boulevard (Google map) in Whalley in order to stock up on two dozen cans of the strong (8% alcohol) beer I try to keep in stock.
I ensured that my pace was fairly slow and careful. And although I was beginning to feel the condition starting to manifest itself toward the end of the two-mile return hike, it did not become full blown despite me bearing a dozen cans of beer in each hand.
I went out again on Hallowe'en ─ perhaps right around 6:45 p.m. ─ just to betake myself over to A.H.P. Matthew Park in order not to be home for the 'trick or treaters.' My youngest stepson was home and had bought goodies to hand out, but I wanted to escape involvement.
The park is around three blocks at most from my home.
I 'snuck' out of the house without my youngest stepson being aware, and did so before our cul-de-sac was aflood with kids and their guardians. I think by then we had just had our first batch of Hallowe'en entreaters, and they were still progressing around the cul-de-sac.
There is a blocked off (to vehicular traffic) alleyway immediately beside our home, so I hustled immediately to it upon getting outside. Then as I began progressing along it toward a nearby main street with the half dozen cans of beer I was taking with me, I realized that I had forgotten to bring my cellphone.
How was I to maintain track of the passage of time in order to best understand how long I was managing to stay away?
Three times I attempted to come out of the darkness and dart across our front yard lawn to the door, but there were always more kids coming within view of me. In fact, on my third attempt, there were already a batch of them just leaving our front door after having gotten goodies from my cooperating stepson.
So I gave up and went directly to the park.
Once there, I took my time drinking any beer. And as it happened, I settled on having just two.
By the time I was done the second can of beer, I judged it sufficiently late to risk going back home. All of the neighbourhoods all around were a virtual war zone of explosions and various magnificent flares exploding skyward, but I only noticed two sets of 'trick or treaters' along the way during my return home.
I arrived here to find that my younger brother was home from wherever he had been drinking, and he had minimized any interior lighting to reduce the chances of any late visitors coming to our house.
I think that he thought I had gone to bed when first he came home, for he seemed surprised to see me when I presented myself after going upstairs to unload my gear and change my clothes. We were to watch T.V. via our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box until into the midnight hour without being bothered by any knocking at the door.
Incidentally, I had managed to be away from home for nearly two hours.
The reason I am up so early this morning is because I retired last evening ahead of 10:00 p.m.
Something similar occurred earlier this week, on which occasion I rose and watched a Christmas movie while drinking two cans of strong beer.
The movie was one I had previously been unable to find through using our Android TV Box. However, I discovered that the movie was available at Vimeo. And since I have a Vimeo 'app' downloaded into our Android TV Box, I used that 'app' to finally find and enjoy the movie.
The movie was Finding Mrs. Claus.
Ever since first seeing Mira Sorvino in some now-forgotten movie, I have been very much attracted to her. And she did not disappoint in this movie.
It was also a treat to see Laura Vandervoort with a leading role, too. I have liked her since 'discovering' her in the T.V. series Bitten where she played a werewolf.
Another Christmas movie I watched this week since my last post was Meet the Santas. It was the sequel to a movie I had watched last week ─ a movie titled Single Santa Seeks Mrs. Claus.
The sequel truly showcased the sexy beauty of Crystal Bernard. She can wear a strapless dress to devastating effect as far as I am concerned!
I watched both of those movies via the Cinema HD (version 2) 'app' that I also have downloaded into our Android TV Box. I have several other such 'apps' such as Terrarium, but none of them provided any sources that worked for either of the movies.
I find that Cinema HD can sometimes provide sources for movies and even episodes of T.V. series when the other 'apps' fail.
Concerning T.V. series, my younger brother and I finally watched the very last episode of the series Jessica Jones ─ it's a shame that it ran its course as it did, with so much more potential unrealized. As well, I have grown to like actress Krysten Ritter very much. Eventually, I just may try to watch some of the movies she has had roles in.
Another actress whose movies I am currently slowly working my way through is Saoirse Ronan ─ what a beautiful young woman she has become! (I recently saw her on The Graham Norton Show).
That said, my brother and I did watch her 2008 movie City of Ember late yesterday morning, and I can understand why it flopped as a financial success. However, I am hoping that her 2007 Christmas movie will be worthwhile ─ I intend to soon watch it.
There is another Christmas movie that I intend to watch. Truly, I would have done so this early a.m. had this blog post not taken me so long ─ I only have time now to make a return to bed.
The only source I could find for this particular movie is at what seems to me to be a most worthy website for film lovers: rarefilmm.com.
I will say nothing more, though ─ not until I actually try to watch a movie on that website. And I will do so through the Chrome browser 'app' that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box. Why watch movies on a computer when one can do so on a much bigger T.V. screen?
It is now just after 6:00 a.m. ─ time for me to suspend work on this post for now, and get back to bed. I believe that it was 2:00 a.m. when first I rose!
oooooooooooooo
Well, it is now after 10:00 p.m., and I wish to get myself to bed. At present, I am home alone.
I've watched a couple of Christmas movies, but I must save that report for my next post. I am too weary.
All else I care to reveal is that I ate one of my brother's three grouse that he brought home from his hunting expedition. He had dressed the birds ere bringing them home with him. In essence, all that remained were unexpectedly meaty (white meat) breast portions.
He cooked the three corpses last evening, and ate one of them himself then. Late this morning, he had a second one.
As he was preparing to leave for the day early this afternoon ─ he is apparently spending the night at the residence of his girlfriend Bev ─ he said I could have the third bird.
I waited until around 2:30 p.m. before finally giving it a go ─ it was my first 'meal' of the day (along with a raw carrot as a chaser). I was not unmoved that this innocent wild creature died just to provide me sustenance that was unarguably unnecessary.
And although I had gratitude, I was also upset ─ even angry ─ that God made us as we are. That is, that we are carnivores who exist at the expense of the lives of other living creatures that have to die in order to nurture us with their flesh.
I do not want that living creatures must die just so this unworthy soul can continue with his pointless and empty life.
I've had some Jack Daniel's and one of my cans of strong (8% alcohol) as I have watched the two Christmas movies, so my emotions are more exposed than would otherwise have been the case where this composition's closing paragraphs are concerned.
I had hoped to get out this evening to perhaps do some shopping, but the first movie and the booze overruled any such venture.
And now I just want to escape consciousness and my lonely woes by getting to bed and surrendering to some sleep for however long I can maintain that state.
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