I have a 5 p.m. webinar that I am going to try to attend, so I am unsure what manner of post here I will have time for.
As well, my wife phoned the financial institution concerning her hoped-for $17,000 line of credit, but it seems that she was turned down. I heard her threaten that she would be closing her account with them.
They are an online institution only ─ they do not have their own 'bank' that people can visit, although they are somehow affiliated with a large bank that we have accounts with.
She wondered to me on the futility of trying another bank, and I agreed that it would likely make no difference.
And now she is withdrawn ─ she has deep personal debt. This even includes friends, two of which she confessed she owes $10,000 collectively and now has no means of repayment apart from her part-time restaurant salary.
But she refuses to learn. She cannot leave credit and debt alone, and she never will if it is offered to her ─ she is somehow just too stupid.
I am already paying $600 a month towards credit card debt that she is directly responsible for but cannot pay ─ these are credit cards that share my name. I have no idea what others she may have in her name alone.
She seems hopeless. And she is probably irrationally angry with me that I am not more freely giving of my monthly pension. Or maybe she's miffed that I am not gung-ho about putting myself out and beseeching those other institutions.
I heard her last night after she had gotten home from work ─ I was in bed, my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile+ walk. She and I have separate bedrooms, but I think that both of her sons were home, as was my younger brother who would have been planted in front of the T.V. in the living room.
I oughtn't have squeezed in that Christmas movie early last evening ─ the drinking I indulged in adversely affected my sleep. I was to finally just get up in the latter half of the midnight hour, remaining in my closed bedroom here at my bedside computer.
Around 1 a.m. I heard my brother conversing with one of my stepsons, and then he bade the lad a goodnight and came upstairs to his own bedroom for the night.
My online check for the claimed temperature hereabouts yielded 9.4° Celsius (48.92° F.), which was unusually mild. There had been some rain the previous evening, so I packed my umbrella, but I was never to need it ─ everything was wet, but the rain was apparently done.
My eldest stepson was evidently downstairs at the dining table watching videos on a laptop, so I was to have to surreptitiously sneak away in order to avoid my activity being known to him.
It was 1:42 a.m. once I was on my way, and fully clothed I had weighed a comparatively mere 189 pounds.
Nonetheless, I was suffering somewhat from the drinking and inadequate sleep. Perhaps that is why ─ when I stopped at the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups ─ even after wiping a bar as dry as possible, I struggled to achieve five and then two pull-ups in the first two sets.
I also managed three and then two chin-ups in the middle two sets, and then a pair of pull-ups between two gymnastics-style rings in the final two sets, holding the very last pull-up at highest elevation for a hard won 20-count.
I finished with 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp.
Only when I was a block or so farther on my walk thereafter did it dawn on me that I felt quite invigorated and all effects of my earlier misdeeds seemed gone.
I never hustled during the walk, but I did do some 'old man' short-paced jogging along a ¾-mile stretch of forested 96th Avenue whenever the very infrequent vehicular traffic allowed.
Unfortunately, once I was back, I decided to check the blue wheelie bin (recyclables) at roadside to ensure that nothing forbidden had been piled on top of the load since I last investigated it (today was collection day).
Sure enough ─ a fairly large coffee-maker box had been crammed full of mixed content, and I was obliged to do an impromptu separation of the contents. And then I had to disassemble and flatten the box.
This all cost me at least a couple of minutes; and so it was 3:38 a.m. once I was actually home. Had that errand not been thrust upon me, my time would have clearly been better.
It is aggravating, but my youngest stepson especially is an abomination where maintenance of the quality of the blue bin's contents are concerned. For instance, he often does not bother taking the plastic lids off the cardboard coffee cups that he buys in great quantities ─ and on occasion he will sabotage the load by planting a partially full coffee cup into it. I sometimes find cups half full that the jerk has carefully planted in the container.
The idiot is 26 years old, for Pete's sake!
Enough ─ writing of it rouses my ire, and I want none of that today.
I got back to bed just ahead of 5 a.m., I believe. And when eventually I was curious on the time, I found it to be something like 9:32 a.m. ─ my brother would have been awaiting me to join him at T.V. for the past half hour so that I could put our Android TV Box into action.
First up was to be an episode of The Avengers via the Stremio app that I have downloaded into the Box ─ we watched series or season two's episode seven ("The Mauritius Penny").
We also watched Odessa Orlewicz's latest ─ it was not quite 6½ minutes: Please share with everyone in BC. Recall Rachna.
90% of parents in this Surrey, BC riding want to get rid of the p0rn/S0g! in schools. They KNOW they can get the signatures. All they need is a few more canvassers to join the team and get this done. You ONLY have to be a BC resident to volunteer. To actually SIGN the petition you have to live in the riding but NOT to be a canvasser (just need to be a BC resident) . IF they accomplish this recall (which they are very confident they can) then Rachna gets tossed and it will set a precedent for change. Do your good deed for January... Get some fresh air, make new friends. BC kids will thank you. You can volunteer for as few or as many hours as you like.
Info and sign up at: https://recallrachna.ca or copy and paste recallrachna.ca
I live within that riding, so at some point by the January 29 deadline my brother and I will visit #201, 12882 - 85th Avenue and add our signatures. As far as I am concerned, any MLA backing SOGI 123 in our schools has made a career-ending choice. Rachma has to be as immoral as is that agenda, and we should not be paying salaries for anyone like her.
Be gone.
On a much related front, I also played a 10-minute (10:55) upload to YouTube's Big Tree View channel: School Board Crimes.
The Vernon School Board is trying to eliminate public input at School Board meetings to push the WEF's pedo agenda.
When a parent insists on speaking, the board of "Trusties" first walk out, then come back and set loud music playing, then come back and turn the lights out, while the public attending the meeting all stay and listen to the speaker.
This is abominable conduct ─ the entire school board needs to be thrown from office!
But I must again calm, so I shall say no more on the subject.
Even though it was only 11:40 a.m. or so, towards the end of that video my brother announced that he was off to his bedroom to seek some bed rest.
And he was to later leave for the day to socialize while I was attempting a nap.
I had a dreadful time trying to relax and have that nap, for it was not too very long after my wife had made that call to the financial institution and gotten her bad news.
I truly do feel bad for her, and wish that I was in a financial position to help, but thus far I am not.
By the way, my brother said that his girlfriend Bev wants to be here with us on Sunday to help prepare a Christmas turkey feast. So whether he will bring her here Saturday evening for the night, or just pick her up late Sunday morning, he did not yet know.
She has Christmas Day (Monday) off work, so likely she will be spending Sunday night with us.
And so there will be Christmas movies, and lots of drinking!
Unfortunately, my wife prefers to celebrate other families' Christmases rather than her own, so her presence will be minimal ... if any at all.
I attended the webinar Taxation Is Theft. It was hosted by Christopher James Pritchard of A Warrior Calls.
I wish that he had beforehand made known that he was recording it and would upload it to places like his Rumble channel. His projected webinar of 30 - 40 minutes ended up exceeding 1½ hours ─ time I was forced to endure at his convenience when I could have watched the darned video at my leisure any time I might choose once it is uploaded.
He claims that removing oneself from having to pay things like property or income taxes ever again is relatively simple, but to me it seems largely theoretical. A lot of registered mail and documentation are required, so the process is rather involved.
I need to know more before I ever dare anything like it. After all, I am not on my own ─ I am burdened with obligations of responsibilities to others and not just myself.
After the tedious (I began to get markedly drowsy as I sat here at my computer) webinar was done, I then had some of the supper my wife had prepared. I ate while downstairs watching an episode of 21 Thunder ─ episode five ("Heaven or Hell"). I also had a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).
I intend to be getting up by 1:30 a.m. for another five-mile+ walk, but I have to admit that I do rather enjoy being on my way as early as was the case last night, so maybe I will put serious thought to possibly starting to get up at 1 a.m.
But not tonight.
My wife's mood seemed to lift considerably, for I even heard her singing softly to herself. I am glad of that. I do love her. It is simply that she is impossible ─ it would be better if I lived separate from her so that she can no longer play & prey upon my guilty conscience where concerns extracting money from me to meet her foolish emergencies.
Anyway, 9 p.m. is approaching, so I am going to call a halt to today's post.
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