Debt and Despair

I may well have gotten to bed by 9:30 p.m. or very soon thereafter last night. My brother was still not home by 10 p.m., nor was my wife following her long day working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

After I got to sleep, I remember my wife's rather loud voice at some point. We have separate bedrooms, so she was either talking to one of her two sons, or else she was involved in a phone call.

Nevertheless, it seemed to me that I slept much better than I usually do, for I could not recall any wakeful periods before my cellphone alarm shocked me alert from sleep at 2 a.m. so that I could hurriedly ready for my 5½-or-so-mile north Surrey walk.

I hoped to be on my way by 2:15 a.m., but in full honesty it was probably around 2:17 a.m. Nor was I feeling especially alert nor vigorous.

As is my pattern, early into my walk I stopped at an elementary school playground in order to engage four sets of pull-ups on the gymnastics-style rings featured there. However, my showing was disappointing. Of late I have been managing six repetitions in the first set, but last night it was a struggle to make just five.

And the two repetitions that I managed in each of the three subsequent sets were hard won. My sole possible excuse is that I may not have fully recovered from a session of exercise a few hours earlier that ran me from around 6:50 - 7:12 p.m. or so.

The night was overcast, which made ground visibility better than usual.

I do not recall aught much worth further mention except for when I was walking along Green Timbers Way from 96th Avenue (Google Map).

There is a "housing project" that has been recently built and opened along that short road ─ this December 10, 2018, article tells of what was planned back then: 123-unit social housing project approved for Surrey's Green Timbers.

An aerial or satellite map in that article shows the proposed location, but apparently its address is 14150 Green Timbers Way (Google Map).

When I take that route, I always cut across the Jim Pattison Outpatient Care property in order to reach the Fraser Highway where 140th Street intersects it. I in fact walk right next to the front of the Jim Pattison building.

Well, last evening as I was coming along Green Timbers Way and was some distance yet from where the housing project now exists, I saw someone cross Green Timbers Way from that housing building. Basically, the figure looked as if it was heading right to where I intended to go.

When I finally arrived at the sidewalk to take me past the Jim Pattison building, I saw someone sitting on the lawn and leaning against a large tree's trunk ─ this was at most a dozen feet from the sidewalk I was turning onto.

It was a young woman ─ possibly a blonde, but she wore a hood and a fairly heavy coat. I only saw the suggestion of blonde hair when she initially raised her head a bit to glance my way.  

She had on tight light blue pants, and her ankles and lower shin area were bared above her sneakers, revealing rather surprisingly brown skin.

I almost spoke to her by way of enquiring on her well-being, for it was probably only around 3:45 a.m. by this point. However, I held silent, not wanting to be intrusive, or to present as someone of suspicious intentions, so I just continued on my way.

Besides, what was there that I could do? I could hardly offer her shelter. Even if there was space here where I live, home was over 1¼ miles distant. But there was no space. My younger brother, my wife, and my two stepsons (both in their 20s) were all abed for the night in diverse parts of the house.

Additionally, I am essentially broke. My wife 'robbed' me of $2,000 from my chequing account, and I then had a little under $100 remaining in it.

Anyway, I got back home by 4:15 a.m., and I still think of the young lass.

I did not return to bed until just after 5:30 a.m., if I remember correctly. I had gotten home before my eldest stepson rose to ready for his fairly long drive to work and the 12-hour shift ahead of him that begins at 6 a.m.. When I realized that he had finally risen, I closed myself up into my bedroom where I keep this computer, and he was none the wiser that I was not in bed ─ if he believes me to be up, he will fail to lock the front door.

Compared to how well I thought myself to have slept at the start of my night, sleep was no easy prize this morning. I finally rose around 8:15 a.m. to spend time here at my computer, a little surprised that my brother was already downstairs watching T.V.

When I joined him about 20 minutes later at most, he soon enough invited me to put our Android TV Box into action. And so I led off our morning with a September 14 upload to Rumble by Australia's 'mariazeee' that was just over an hour (1:02:11) in duration: ZEROTIME - "Climate Change Deniers" Targeted Next, Died Suddenly News, Aussie Farmer & Smart Cities. 

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I then followed up that video with one of Dr. Joseph Mercola's ─ this  nearly 1¼-hour (1:14:08) interview was uploaded to BitChute on July 27: What You Need to Know About Melatonin- Interview with Dr. Russel Reiter and Dr. Mercola. 

In this interview, Russel Reiter, Ph.D. — a world-class expert on melatonin — discusses some of the biological activities and health benefits of this important molecule. With some 1,600 papers to his credit, as well as three honorary doctor of medicine1 degrees, he’s published more studies on melatonin than anyone else alive.

Melatonin is one of the most important antioxidant molecules and certainly the most ancient, as it has been part of biological life for over 3 billion years. It's present in prokaryotes, which are bacteria, and even in plants.

In the human body melatonin not only has independent direct antioxidant effects on its own, but it also stimulates the synthesis of glutathione and other important antioxidants like superoxide dismutase and catalase.

Mitochondrial melatonin production is one of the reasons why regular sun exposure is so crucial. The near-infrared spectrum, when hitting the skin, trigger the generation of melatonin in your mitochondria.

Considering melatonin’s function within the mitochondria, and the fact that mitochondrial dysfunction is a hallmark of most chronic disease, it makes sense that melatonin would be helpful against a number of different diseases, including the two most common — heart disease and cancer.

Melatonin and methylene blue belong in every emergency medical kit. In cases of an acute heart attack or stroke, melatonin can help limit the damage, while methylene blue augments cytochromes to allow the continued production of ATP even without the use of oxygen, which also helps minimize cell death and tissue damage.

Thanks to that interview, my brother and I have a far superior handle on just how much melatonin supplementation we should be taking now that we are both septuagenarians.

This brought us to around 11:50 a.m., so I settled on tuning in an episode of Workin' Moms ─ the ninth episode ("Tricky Nipple") of season one.

By the way, it was raining when I rose earlier in the morning to join my brother. He was to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work (she lives a little better than two miles from us), so I went along in order to restock on four dozen cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I try to keep in supply.

Due to my wife's 'theft' of my monthly pension money, this purchase left me with less than $28 in my chequing account.

She had to work a full day again today (the restaurant opens at 11 a.m.), but she had not yet risen when my brother and I left here at nearly 9:50 a.m.

While we were away, the rain fell heavily ─ a fine spray that at times was as drenching as a shower's spray nozzle when the water has been cranked up to full bore.

By the time we were home again, my wife had already gone. 

Anyway, my brother had his bit of bed rest after we had watched the sitcom, and I was still up when he left for the day to 'socialize'. Nevertheless, I did need and have a nap. It was maybe 2:40 p.m. at most when I rose, and the afternoon was remarkably sunny, with a very cool breeze.

I believe that it was 2:49 p.m. when I began just over an hour of sitting out in the backyard to benefit from the day. I was fully clothed but for bared feet, and even though most of my time was in full sunshine, I was never overwarm.

My wife was to text me at 4:02 p.m. to say that she had e-Transferred me $1,500 ─ not exactly the $2,000 that she had promised. Our monthly mortgage is something over $1,850 (if I am remembering correctly), and is due on the 22nd. Obviously, there needs to be more money than that in the account.

Her eldest son has yet to contribute, so I am hoping that he will be generous. But as yet I still have to pay a VISA card bill that my wife is primarily to blame for ─ the minimum expected payment is supposed to be $292. She 'robbed' my pension before I had a chance to pay what I had intended, which was possibly as much as $500.

The previous two months I have paid $125 or more over the required minimum, yet still the card balance rose. At present, it stands at $16,136.72.

This burden weighs down upon me so heavily. I have a gambling addicted wife whom I cannot control, and debts that just keep mounting ─ I only have a monthly retirement pension for income. I do not drive ─ I am essentially housebound. Basically, almost like being under house arrest. Definitely at times it seems as if I am living some wretched sentence as I watch my life trickle away ─ my 73rd birthday is less than a month ahead.

I don't know what to do.