Despite my evening plans for yesterday as written about in that day's blog post, I remained home ─ I had forgotten that today was to be the day our monthly mortgage payment would be getting debited from my joint chequing account, and at that point it was still several hundreds of dollars delinquent.
I needed to be home so as to be in ready communication about it with my absent wife and her eldest son, who would be the only means by which the account's balance could be topped up to meet the deficit caused by my wife's casino gambling addiction.
It had seemed to me that last month, the mortgage payment had been debited before 8:30 a.m. on the due date, so I was believing it urgent that the money be in the account by midnight.
Keep in mind that today, she was catching an early evening flight to Rome, Italy, to visit a sister of hers who has made that country her home, so this mess had to be cleared entirely away.
And so late in the afternoon and early evening, I finished watching a movie that was sampled a few nights before with my brother, but I had cancelled out of it because it was just becoming too silly and he has small tolerance for movies and T.V. shows that do not sustain his interest ─ in fact, he becomes aggressively negative if I proceed with them.
The movie was 1995's Four Rooms which I wanted to see because Alicia Witt had a supporting role.
The movie basically revolved around a hotel bellhop's involvement with the occupants of four different hotel rooms, and Alicia was part of the cast in the first vignette (Honeymoon Suite – "The Missing Ingredient").
All I will say about that sequence is that it was fairly titillating, and a couple of the actresses displayed exceptionally fine bare breasts. Alicia was probably only 19 during the filming, for the movie was released in the same year that she had her 20th (August 21) birthday. Alas, she was not one of the monumentally bare-breasted actresses ─ as yet, hers were more 'petite' by comparison.
Note that the cited "fine bare breasts" apparently belonged to actresses Ione Skye and Sammi Davis.
It was during the second tale (Room 404 – "The Wrong Man") that I was to
spare my brother and tune out of the movie. By this point I was sick of
the ludicrous bellhop as played by actor Tim Roth,
whom I cannot say is at all familiar to me. In fact, his muggings and
exaggerated expressions and body movements ─ especially his effeminate
prancing / dancing walk ─ so repelled me that I do not care if I never
see the actor in anything again.
The only actress in that sequence was familiar to me, and looked extremely lovely while gagged and all tied up. I thought that she somewhat resembled Gillian Anderson. It was not until I saw the closing credits and realized that it was Jennifer Beals did recognition fully kick in for me.
Had I weathered that vignette with my brother, he probably would have somewhat enjoyed the remaining two stories.
The first of them (Room 309 – "The Misbehavers") featured a strikingly beautiful Asian woman I could not identify. Her name and her impressive acting credits now suggest to me that I have watched Tamlyn Tomita act before, but I honestly did not surely recognize her features.
The young actress (Lana McKissack) portraying Tamlyn's character's daughter looked to me as if she was going to be an attractive young woman when she was older.
Jennifer Beals was also in the final skit as well as the second, but I liked nothing else about that short story and so I will not say aught further.
Overall, Tim Roth's presence as the Jerry Lewis-type bellhop was primary in hurting the movie for me.
After my younger brother was home later in the evening and we were watching our shows together, I got involved in a number of distracting text exchanges with my wife.
As far as the required financial transfusion was concerned, these two texts are salient.
From me in relation to my wife's comment that her eldest son would "transfer money to you", I wrote:
Before tomorrow, I hope!
And she responded:
Don't worry I will transfer to you tonight
A little confusing, but there is no disputing that I was to be expecting the transfer that night.
Well, my brother and I watched T.V. deep into the midnight hour, so I broke from our final show to check the joint account online, and at 12:23 a.m. I texted:
No moneyyet?
There was no reply.
In my growing agitation ─ for I suspected that she was partying, and could only hope that she had not also attended some casino ─ I was to not only send many texts, but I finally gave up on those and started calling her cellphone.
I was to remain up until around 4:45 a.m., and according to her today, I made 28 calls. On one of the very last ones, I left a furious voicemail. I had already declared in a text that I was going to have to tell her eldest son everything if she kept being silent, for we needed the money.
Apparently my eldest stepson heard me from his bed when I left the furious voicemail message and texted me to ask what was going on, so I did tell him everything ─ that we were short on the mortgage because she had gambled away $540 of it Thursday night, and she had been ignoring my calls and texts since the midnight hour.
I had $300 hidden away that I could add to the chequing account, but it would still fall well short. He had already contributed $350 last evening, so he added a further $300.
That eased my stress considerably, but I still had great difficulty getting to sleep ─ I was so wound up.
It was approximately 9:15 a.m. this morning when I checked the time and hurriedly rose to soon join my brother downstairs to watch some T.V. together.
My wife was to eventually text me well into the noon hour after he and I had finished watching videos and he had returned to his bedroom to rest up before leaving for the day to socialize.
She was now furious and basically at wit's end because apparently her eldest son was wroth with her. She sought to justify herself to me by declaring that she had told me that he would deposit the needed money ... which she had; but she said that it would be done last night.
She further declared that she had gone to bed early ─ that was why she did not repond to my texts or cellphone calls.
How was I to know, in light of her gambling addiction and partying habits? Her track record is abominable, and many times in the past she has lied and made many false promises in order to get money that she simply gambled away by the hundreds ─ when she was not simply pillaging my pension from the joint chequing account for her needed gambling money because often she had already gambled away her own Thai restaurant wages.
So instead of us ─ that is, she and I ─ having some comforting texts and phone conversations as she sits at the airport killing time in awaiting her 6:20 p.m. flight (she will have a stopover in both London and then Munich before arriving in Rome, so it will be a long trip where time is concerned), she and I are temperamentally distant from each other.
She more than I, no doubt, for I have betrayed her to her eldest son who likely has since alerted his younger brother to her gambling relapse (she has had this problem for at least three years that we are aware of, and it has cost me several scores of thousands of dollars, most of it as credit debt that I am left to try to pay down).
Apparently if she got $1,000 from her eldest son, she now owes him $8,000, according to her.
I do not want to talk about this any further as I progress in this blog post at 4:39 p.m. It hurts a lot. All I will add is that normally the mortgage payment is taken on the 22nd, but since yesterday was a Sunday, the payment date tends to recede a day to the 23rd.
Can you believe that is is now 4:49 p.m. and the damned payment has still not been collected from the chequing account? All of the stress and dissension that resulted over the course of last evening, the night, and today's familial discord, never needed to have been created.
As for the T.V. that my brother and I watched this morning via our Android TV Box, Steve Kirsch's upload to Rumble of a week ago that just topped an hour (1:01:37) led things off: Interview with cardiologist Thomas Levy.
We discuss his article: http://orthomolecular.org/resources/omns/v19n01.shtml
Basically, the vaccines are causing heart injury in at least 2.8% of people who get the shot. So 7M Americans now have hearts damaged by the COVID vaccine. He admits the number could be over 100M. The fact that the FAA *quietly* changed the EKG parameters for pilots suggests that the vaccine is causing a huge number of pilots to fail their screening. This is a tacit admission of a huge problem.
He can be found at https://www.peakenergy.com
See my article at https://stevekirsch.substack.com/p/the-faa-has-very-quietly-tacitly for all the details.
Then to conclude, I tuned in the 50-minute upload of yesterday to the mariazeee channel on Rumble: Dr. David Nixon - The Cure? Nanotech Inside Injected AND Uninjected DISAPPEARS with Colloidal Gold.
Dr. David Nixon from https://drdavidnixon.com/ joins us to discuss his findings of the Nanotechnology inside of both injected and uninjected individuals, and his findings of how it completely disappears using Colloidal Gold.
It is needlessly said that when I rose this morning, I was not feeling anything like normal due to my poor sleep. I fully believed that I would have to postpone the morning's backyard tool shed exercise session planned for when my brother left to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work.
Nevertheless, when that time arrived, I gave it a go, first weighing myself here in the house in the clothes and runners that I would be wearing out there: 195 pounds.
That was not auspicious at all.
Peculiarly, I very much surprised myself. In the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups that I essayed, my repetitions were 4 - 3 - 3 - 2 - 2 - 2. Thus far, my sought-after maximum repetitions in six sets has only seen me manage two in the second set, so this is a considerable first.
What I think may have been afoot is that my possibly unique body chemistry that arose from all of the stress and strife gave my nervous system an extra boost. Had I been inoculated with mRNA, likely the strain of my exercises would have generated a heart attack or stroke.
I do not intend to sit up watching T.V. with my brother this evening. Rather, I wish to get to bed early so that I can rise at probably 2 a.m. to quickly ready and be away in about 15 minutes on a walk of at least five miles.
I have skimped far too much now in over a month of spending an excessive amount of time here at home to the expense of the health benefits of walking. Also, I have much to think about.
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