To my considerable disappointment, I forgot to ask my wife last night if she phoned the "Trish" from our financial institution who had left a telephone message for my wife Saturday afternoon. I forgot to ask her today as well before she left very early in the afternoon to go to work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
This has considerable relevance because shortly before 4 a.m. I discovered online that my wife has again taken full advantage of some sort of overdraft arrangement that she has inveigled out of someone at the financial institution.
My wife took advantage of this same arrangement two or so weeks ago, racking up a debt of over $2,990 on her chequing account in just something like three days. When she dodged contacting some other woman at the financial institution who tried to reach her, that woman then took it upon herself to plunder every cent I had in mt private (as opposed to one of the joint accounts that I have with my wife) account ─ well over $1,500 ─ and applied it to my wife's debt even though I had nothing to do with the infernal arrangement.
My wife's account last night had a negative balance of well over $1,800 ─ usually sudden debts such as this that spring up after-hours because my wife has succumbed to her casino addiction.
Well, my private account happened to have over $1,450 in it that I deemed to be in strict jeopardy at the hands of our financial institution, so this morning when I left on a five-mile+ walk at something like 6:10 a.m., I withdrew $900.
And once I was back home, I used a further $500 to make a credit card payment towards a large balance that my wife is responsible for having escalated. Since the credit card is in my name alone, all responsibility for it fell upon me. And thus these large monthly payments designed to slowly diminish the balance.
Too damned slowly, alas.
I have a cheque from my younger brother for something over $280 that I wanted to deposit today, but now I dare not ─ the financial institution may well seize the money to apply against my wife's stupidity.
But enough of debt for now.
This morning's walk was to include some grocery shopping; and the plan was to get away by 5:45 a.m. so that I could engage a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups at an elementary school playground three or four blocks from here.
My cellphone alarm was set for 4 a.m. to give me plenty of time to accommodate leaving by 5:45 a.m., but I was not to need the alarm. Well before 3:30 a.m. I was too awake to sleep, so I decided to just get up 20 or more minutes ahead of my alarm.
It was raining audibly outside ─ I had no intention of later stopping at the school and getting drenched. So around 5 a.m. I took my Titan baton flashlight (and stun gun) out to the small backyard tool shed and I had three sets of pull-ups and chin-ups there. The first set were pull-ups, and I may have managed as many as five. The second set were chin-ups ─ maybe four. And I finished with three pull-ups between two bars.
And then a dozen slow full-range push-ups on the shed's wooden floor.
Thus was my exercise obligation at the school removed.
As it was to develop, the rain soon enough ceased. Also gone was the need to leave at 5:45 a.m. ─ that was why it was something like 6:10 a.m. when I left.
I did not expect it to still be so dark. This encouraged me to change my shopping venue, despite what I said in yesterday's post. I walked the 5.625-mile round trip with Real Canadian Superstore as my destination.
I walked in someone's old size-11 boots that I discovered a few weeks back in a closet. They likely belong to my younger brother, but he normally wears a nine or 10; and he did not surely recognize them when I queried him on them a couple or so days ago.
I suppose it is possible that they belong to my eldest stepson ─ he has feet like a Hobbit.
Anyway, I will not wear them again ─ they are terrible hikers. It feels as if they have no elevated heel ─ one has to lift off flat-footed in making a hop, or to even step off in walking. Walking fast was not possible for that reason. Absolutely forget a jog, unless you can do one flat-footed.
In their fashion, they are as much an impediment to walking or hiking as are the no-name AliExpress boots that I acquired a few months ago and have since roundly criticized.
Enough of them.
Once back home, with my brother still away on an overnight visit to a distant friend and not expected back until this evening, I soon enough returned to bed ─ my wife is not an early riser when she does not have a full workday or else some other early engagement.
It is possible that I managed a wee bit of sleep, but I doubt I was in bed much over an hour.
I had no sooner gone downstairs and put on water to boil for some coffee than my wife startled me from behind by asking if there was enough water for her as well.
She got busy doing some cooking, and I took my coffee to the living room to watch a video on T.V. via our Android TV Box. I watched a 46-minute video that had been added on October 24 to Rumble's Unscrew the News channel: Masks Are Coming Back, Sneaky This Time. Don't Fall For It!
Opening with Jesse Fraser on masks and the risks.
Dr. Makis talks about mask orders coming from AHS to Alberta Hospitals to start. They are learning that some areas and some people are responding differently to their scare tactics.
We discuss the fear tactics that are being used to control people and to direct them into taking more money making shots. "Take your covid shot at the same time as getting your flu shot".
We discuss the NDP party members and their propaganda campaign to get Alberta's brainwashed to line up for more toxic injections, when they could be following age old advice with tried and true anti virals like Hydroxychloroquine, Ivermectin, vitamin D, vitamin C, zinc, quercetin.
H5n1, Nipah, Marburg. Francois Belanger CMO AHS, VAERS.
Instagram hacks for freedom posts. Jason Kenney now working as consultant at AHS.
https://vaers.hhs.gov/
https://www.twc.health/
https://twitter.com/MakisMD
https://substack.com/@makismd
I hope host Bruce Scholl does not conduct his interviews in this fashion as a routine ─ that is, wandering around (unseen by us) on foot in a distracted manner in an Alberta city (was it Red Deer?). I was not at all impressed.
My wife was apparently to work the latter part of today, so she left me on her fairly long drive ─ perhaps around 2 p.m., but possibly later. I suppose that she will return late this evening.
I will still be up when she gets back, if she does return this evening; consequently, I hope I have the chance to ask her if she managed to connect with "Trish" from our financial institution.
I intend another five-mile+ walk this evening after it gets dark, and I will do a little further grocery shopping as I return at the Save-On-Foods about a mile from here.
Doing this will free me up from having to have an early a.m. walk tonight, and it will also allow me to sit up late with my brother so that I can enjoy some T.V. and a couple or so beers.
I may hit some spiced rum before heading out, but we shall see.
I took a break and not only drank a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), but I had two or three ounces of spiced rum ─ all while watching the wrong episode of 9-1-1: Lone Star. I watched episode three (“Cry Wolf”) of season four when I should have caught the second episode ─ so, next time, then.
Regardless, I am feeling the drink somewhat ─ no actual supper in me.
It is after 6 p.m., so I am going to get ready and head away on that walk. I shall write nothing further in this post.
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