So much has occurred since my last post.
For starters, a notification last evening that my youngest stepson had transferred $350 to the joint chequing account of my wife and I galvanized me into readying to make the hike of about a mile to the credit union so that I could withdraw $200.
I was not thinking especially clearly, for I ought to have withdrawn $300. But no harm befell.
I dared not leave the money in the account in case someone at the credit union decided to apply the deposit towards the overdraft debt of well over $1,800 that has existed as a minus balance for about a week now on my wife's chequing account.
The credit union did this to me maybe three weeks ago ─ pillaging ever cent of over $1,400 that I had in a private account that had nothing to do with the collection of joint accounts that my wife and I have at the credit union.
So even transferring out the money online to save me a walk was not safe ─ I had to withdraw the money.
And there was still the worry about how I was going to pay today's bi-weekly mortgage payment ─ a different financial institution normally collects the payment via a debit transaction from my private account at the credit union, but that money was not there ─ I have been too afraid that the credit union would once again appropriate the money to reduce my wife's overdraft debt.
Anyway, I left home after my younger brother had already shown up following his daily socializing, so I knew that he would be here watching T.V. once I got back. My wife was in her bedroom with her door pulled slightly ajar, and likely had no idea that I had left on the errand.
Once I was back home, I joined my brother as he watched a WWII Normandy documentary. Then when it was done, I put our Android TV Box to work and tuned in an episode of The Graham Norton Show ─ the third episode of season or series 31.
After that, it was American Ninja Warrior ─ episode eight's Semifinals one.
The conclusion of that episode was late enough for my brother ─ I think that it was likely around 1 a.m. And even though I probably remained up here at my computer for another half hour, and had limited myself to two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) over the evening, I had morning plans such that I set my cellphone alarm for 7:30 a.m.
I intended to hustle away around 8:30 a.m. to the bank holding our mortgage ─ the bank was scheduled to open at 9:30 a.m. ─ and see if I could pay the mortgage in cash today and have the debit cancelled. If for some reason that would not be possible, then I would have to hustle to the credit union and deposit the mortgage money into our joint chequing account, and then get back home to online-transfer the money into my private account ─ I do not have a functioning ATM card for my private account, so I cannot use an ATM to put money in nor take money out of the account.
And all the while I would be away after making the deposit, I would have to hope that the credit union would not 'see' the deposit and take it to reduce my wife's overdraft debt.
Incidentally, the mortgage bank is about 1½ miles away, and I do not drive.
Well, I was all set to leave home, but I made an online check first t see if there were any changes with the credit union accounts.
Imagine my shock when I saw a negative balance in my private account representing the mortgage payment debit. It had already taken place!
But why hadn't the payment been reversed due insufficient funds? Was it possible that as yet that reversal had not taken place because the mortgage payment debit had only just happened?
I also recalled that because of this overdraft situation my wife arranged for herself maybe four weeks ago, a negative balance I had incurred due to an automated life insurance payment did not get reversed ─ the overdraft protection seemed to extend even to my private account.
So maybe that was now happening with the mortgage payment?
But I could not take the chance ─ I had to get over to the credit union a mile away, deposit the mortgage money into our joint chequing account, and then get back home so that I could make the online transfer into my private account.
And all the while hope that the credit union did not first take the money to apply towards my wife's larger negative balance.
Fortunately, I was successful! But what a damned nuisance.
Once I was back home, my next challenge was getting around to enlisting my brother into figuring out how to make a certain toilet tank repair that I wrote about in yesterday's post. The subject toilet is one that he does not normally use ─ he has an en suite shower / toilet in his bedroom.
I deliberately did not mention the problem to him last evening because he tends to be a miserable drunk.
First, though, I decided to allow him the time to enjoy his first cup of coffee, so I used our Android TV Box to tune in a 20-minute (20:54) video uploaded on November 6 to Rumble's PragerU channel: DETRANS | Full Documentary.
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DETRANS serves as a wake-up call to all of us: our children are in danger and it’s up to us to protect them.
And then I tapped my brother for help.
He got the worst of the challenge out of the way, and then we took a break, so I tuned in a 55-minute video added November 14 to Rumble's Children's Health Defense Canada channel: Dr. Peter McCullough's #1 Advice STOP Getting the Shots.
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We halted the video nearly halfway through to basically finish the toilet tank work, but my brother felt that we should replace the slim metal water supply line with a flexible version. And so off we went to the nearest Home Depot.
It's too far for me to care to ever hike to ─ maybe four miles.
He was able to find the flexible line he was after, so I paid for it ─ $20 after taxes. He actually chipped in 5¢.
And back home, he installed it. My wife finally began her day at that point.
My brother decided to forego any bed rest, so we finished watching the video. He was later to head away on foot to bus to a pub where he would be rendezvousing with one or two of his drinking buddies.
I forewent an afternoon nap even though I was awake at some point well ahead of 6 a.m., but I am feeling it. All exercise has been forsaken this rather sunny day.
It is presently my late afternoon. My wife had to work the latter part of the day, beginning at 4:30 p.m. when the Thai restaurant that employs her part-time reopens after its daily mid-afternoon closure, so she left here around 3:30 p.m. at latest on her fairly long drive.
I am unsure what I shall be doing this evening. A part of me would like to tackle an evening five-mile+ hike so that I can later have a couple of beers and watch T.V. with my brother ─ having the evening hike would discharge the self-imposed obligation to have it in the wee a.m.
Oh, heck! I forgot that this is a bath day ─ I must break from this post. Perhaps I can make a decision during my bath that I can then report.
Okay, I had the bath, and then turned on T.V. and our Android TV Box and tuned in an episode of Cybill ─ this time it was season three's episode seven ("Sex, Drugs and Catholicism").
I recognized a character actor I saw often enough in my T.V.-viewing past, but I just could not recall a single show I could remember him from ─ it was James Callahan, whose name I do not know. Perhaps I used to watch Charles in Charge more than I can recall having done.
Anyway, I watched Cybill while drinking a shot glass filled to the brim with Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol), and I am darned well feeling it ─ I have had no supper, only my lunch today.
I am going to take an evening walk now that I am artificially energized. Likely I will stop to do some grocery shopping once I am on the homeward leg of the walk.
I will not be writing further today, and ought to be on my way by 7:45 p.m. approximately.
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