If memory serves, it may have been approaching 8:45 p.m. last evening when I left on my five-mile+ walk. Happily, there was no rain whatsoever, and I was back home shortly after 10:30 p.m.
As yet, my younger brother was not back from his daily socializing, so I changed clothes and had access to the T.V. just before he showed up.
He was quite drunk. The first show that I tuned in via our Android TV Box was an episode of Kevin Can F**k Himself ─ it was episode seven ("The Problem") of the second and final season.
Unfortunately for my besotted brother, it was also the second-to-last episode of the entire series, for only one episode remains. I say "unfortunate" because my brother passed out almost straight off and never revived until he became aware of the silence that befell once the episode was done and I had not yet begun playing anything else.
I bet he could not even have told me what show had just ended! But I held my tongue.
It is possible that had he not revived when he did, I might have just gone to bed, for as yet I had not even opened a beer.
To test the waters where his longevity for the evening was concerned, I next tuned in an episode of The Graham Norton Show ─ episode 14 of series or season 31. (I was somewhat smitten by little blonde Emily Roberts of the entertainment, a band of five gals called The Last Dinner Party whom I had not before heard of.)
He retained his consciousness, so I opened a beer (8% alcohol) well into the episode, and managed to make the drink last ─ there was not to be a second.
We were only to watch one further show ─ The Good Karma Hospital. This time it was episode three of season or series four.
My brother called it quits thereafter, citing that it was late enough ─ i.e., nearly 1:30 a.m. That caught me by surprise, for I had believed it to be maybe as much as an hour earlier. After he went upstairs to his bedroom, I played some old early 1960s rock music videos on YouTube via the SmartTube app, and I nearly opened a second beer!
I am glad that I had the sense to instead come upstairs to my own bedroom for the night.
Note that my wife had come home during Graham Norton, and may well have still been up from bed in her bedroom behind its closed door when I had come upstairs for the night. She often watches videos on her smartphone for the longest time. We had not talked since she got home, so that was not to change.
This morning,I found myself awake well ahead of 8 a.m., but I did not rise until nigh 8:15 a.m. My brother had yet to emerge from his bedroom.
When he and I got together a little past 9 a.m. and I got his invitation to again put our Android TV Box to work, I tuned in a long (1:41:52) video featuring a documentary that we had broken from yesterday at approximately the midway point: The Need to Grow.
With an estimated 60 years of farmable soil left on Earth, The Need To GROW offers an intimate look into the hearts of activists and innovators in the food movement - an 8 year old girl challenges the ethics of a beloved organization - a renegade farmer struggles to keep his land as he revolutionizes resource efficient agriculture - and an accomplished visionary inventor faces catastrophe in the midst of developing a game-changing technology.
The full description is too long for me to care to reproduce here, so please refer to it for yourself at the link.
Next and nearly last was a 1¼-hour (1:16:13) video that is actually the first of four parts to a documentary series: COVID UNMASKED PART 1: THE PROBLEM.
In early 2020, life as we knew it changed forever. What was sold to us as a fight against “a new and deadly virus“ soon revealed itself as merely the opening act of a Great Reset, in which we will “own nothing and be happy”. This film documents exactly who is behind it all, how long it’s been in the works, and how to stop it… before we lose our country, our liberty, and our humanity.
I expect that this is its original source.
My brother and I finished our T.V. together with an episode of The Conners ─ episode one ("Double Honeymoon and Seeing Double") of season five.
He sought bed rest afterwards, and I was not too much longer in seeking my nap ─ my wife was not yet up, so I opted to nap while I could without having a meal. My brother left for the day meantime.
It happened that my wife did not have to work today, so she remained home.
Unknown to her, I had E-mailed her contact with a lawyer firm who have been exacting $810 monthly payments from her for a credit card debt she had shirked. My wife recently made a fourth of what originally had been claimed would be six payments.
Acting as my wife, I exclaimed that $810 was too burdensome. My wife only works part-time, and gets paid twice a month. Sometimes she does not even earn $810 as her Net pay.
Long story short, I was to discover that the pricks at the lawyer firm are adding interest to my wife's balance, so her hope of just two more payments was obliterated ─ there would need to be a seventh of $810 with still some balance remaining.
However, they relented as to the amount she needs to pay ─ $450 per month.
But even with the present debt balance, it would take six further months of such payments; and by then, of course, interest will have added to the duration.
Even so, at least $450 is easier to handle than $810.
There is another financial matter at hand to be dealt with today ─ tomorrow's bi-weekly mortgage payment set to be debited from my account. The account is short by maybe $600.
Her two sons are going to have to step up and help.
I can gather together $200 in cash on hand, but I would have to deposit it later this evening, so a walk I had not planned is now in the books.
My eldest stepson has the best paying job of the two boys, but he is at work on a 12-hour shift (6 a.m. to 6 p.m.) as I type these words at 4:26 p.m., so I am awaiting his homecoming before I venture a conversation about this mess.
Had my wife not gotten a total of $650 from me since last month, I would have been able to meet the payment. As it is, my monthly pension is not likely to show up in my account until after the weekend. There is a chance it might get deposited as early as tomorrow, but that is not a risk or gamble we can take. The mortgage money must already be in the account, for who knows when tomorrow the bank will seek its withdrawal?
In other news, it was raining quite heavily this morning, but it reduced to a light rain by midday that has probably continued.
I am going to take a break from this post until I have more to add in the evening.
Thankfully, the boys contributed such that I only need to deposit $100 this evening.
Well, it is approaching 7:30 p.m., so I am going to take a bit of a rest before getting out ─ I will make another five-mile+ hike of it, since I will not be getting to bed relatively early to have the hike in the wee a.m. like I had originally been considering.
And maybe my pension income will show up before the weekend. I am not expecting that it will, though.
By the way, there seemed to be some fairly daunting rain earlier this evening, but it seems calmer now.
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