Science Juice

It was after 9 p.m. when I left on last evening's 5.625-mile round trip walk to do some shopping at Real Canadian Superstore fairly near Guildford.

The workload to tote home was not as arduous as was the morning's, but still adequate enough.

I coincided with my wife's arrival home after her very long day, so we came into the house together. She led the way, extending a greeting to my younger brother reclined before the T.V. in the darkened living room.

After I put what needed to go into the fridge, I brought my personal shopping upstairs to my bedroom and then dressed down. I had already researched what I hoped or intended to be watching with my brother on T.V. via our Android TV Box.

Upon coming downstairs with the two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) that I was going to enjoy, I discovered my brother to have passed out. So maybe he had been unconscious earlier, but roused with the commotion of both my wife and I entering the house.

One of his two favourite shows that we watch in common is the one I had selected to tune in: Yellowstone. Last evening, it was episode nine ("Meaner Than Evil") of season three.

Well, despite me having the volume quite loud, he remained unconscious until the final 10 or less minutes of the episode. And even though he awoke to the extended Dutton family dining together, he still asked in growling fashion if it was Yellowstone.

When I did not respond, he looked directly at me and asked again. And again I was silent.

I am done filling him in about what he has missed watching or understanding. He can learn to moderate his beer swilling, or remain in ignorance. Why the Hell should I have to risk missing out on some of a show just to try and explain self-evident things to the benighted drunkard he becomes ─ I'm done with it.

From now on I am only going to say, "Wait until the commercial break." In other words ─ since there ARE no commercial breaks on shows we watch via our Android TV Box ─ keep quiet and do not annoy me until the show is over.

Anyway, when the show did finish, he then directed that I should play something short, because he had things the wanted to do this morning. So despite however long he may have been passed out over the evening, he still needed to get to bed. I had hoped to watch one further show, but this was now denied me. I do not watch shows on my own that we follow in common ─ but it's a different matter if I am the only one watching if he has passed out. That becomes his fault alone.

So I tuned in the sitcom Young Sheldon in the vain hope that beautiful Isabel May might have a role in the episode, but she did not. It was episode nine ("Family Dynamics and a Red Fiero") of season two. I only began tuning in the series as of her first appearance in the series that specific season, for I do not care in the least for "young Sheldon" and never intended to watch the series until I learned that Isabel had become a semi-regular.

True to his word, my brother hauled himself upstairs to his bedroom when the episode completed.

I remained up for quite some while thereafter, even having quite a meal. I failed to take note of the time when I did get to bed, so I hope it wasn't any worse than 2:30 a.m.

I reluctantly rose this morning shortly after 8 a.m. My brother was already watching T.V., but I never ventured downstairs to join him until the approach of 9 a.m.

I was to learn later that he wanted to register online for the mandated Responsible Driver Program that he has to pay full fees for ─ this will include the installation of an ignition interlock device that I believe he is going to deal with on Saturday.

The cost for today's registration was $1,200 that he paid for by credit card.

He had to do all of this through me, for he has no computer savvy.

I believe that my wife rose around 9:30 a.m., which was unusually early in view of her not having to report to work until the latter afternoon at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

My brother and I were to watch three videos on T.V. via our Android TV Box.

I led things off with Anita Krishna's 20-minute (20:14) video published yesterday at Rumble's AnitaKrishna channel: Science Juice for Pregnant Women--Global News Lie #1.

FULL VIDEO OF GLOBAL INTERROGATION:
https://rumble.com/v1a93yn-getting-grilled-for-upholding-journalist-principals.html

I love Anita ─ this was an excellent watch!

Next came a 20-minute (19:53) video published August 9 at Rumble's The HighWire with Del Bigtree channel: ANALYZING THE UNREST IN THE UK.

After the tragic slaying of 3 young girls at the hands of a 17-year-old man in England, protests and riots have broken out throughout the UK. Tensions over mass migrations of immigrants, a rise in violent crime, and accusations of a 2-tiered police system are at a boiling point. And now, there are serious concerns over the media manipulation and an apparent authoritarian crack down on free speech.

AIRDATE: August 8, 2024

We finished with a nearly 1¾-hour (1:43:18) video published "2 weeks ago" at BitChute's TheCrowhouse channel: Israels War On Everyone - Major False Flag Event Likely.

Had I known that the video was two weeks old, I would have passed on it. Honestly, I get so weary of Max's fixation on the evil of Israel and how Zionists are responsible for absolutely every conflict since the early 20th Century, and are currently infiltrating all of the governments of the West seeking the destruction of all Christians and Muslims.

After my brother sought some bed rest, I was here at my bedside computer and soon intending a nap, when my wife approached me ... and crushed what little spirit I had. She wanted me to 'lend' here even more money. She already 'borrowed' $2,100 in three takings since April, each time promising repayment, but only ever borrowing more.

And now she wanted $1,000. She even gave me a gold bracelet as collateral.

So I brought up my account online and showed her ─ I had less than $1,600 in it. I need to pay a VISA payment due on the 21st with a minimum payment due of $249.94 that she is primarily responsible for racking up the balance on; and then on the 22nd is our fortnightly mortgage payment of something like $862.50.

Ergo: I cannot yield a $1,000 'loan' to her.

If I remember her correctly, she had claimed that she would repay it by the end of September ─ I hope she meant August, but September is what I heard.

Impossible.

So I showed her my account's balance. In seeing it, she demurred, and requested $500 for the present, giving me $200 in cash to deposit back into the account. I was to transfer her the $500 online ─ she needed it for some sort of online transaction of her own.

And it's all ─ as always ─ confidential, for her critical sons must not know.

I made the transfer, but it left me crushed that she constantly treats me like this. I only have pension income that arrives late into each month, and she preys upon it as if she needs to grab what she can before it reduces.

And I am left nearly destitute, once more bound under this house arrest that is the way of life for me since retiring back in early April 2011.

I beg God to liberate me from this financial dependency upon everyone around me, and from the government; but He cares not. I need to get far away from here, and live a life of my own ─ not one that is dictated by those upon whom I am dependent.

But I need to be able to go with honour ─ leaving no one in any sort of financial extreme. What may happen with any and all later is not my present concern ─ I just need to be able to clear the slate with everyone.

And then I am even willing to just go somewhere and die. I just want my brother, and my wife and her sons, properly set up in financial terms. I do not want God pulling some Loki-like stunt on me by making my financial liberation possible through some family tragedy.

I was nearly in tears when I retired to my bed for my early afternoon nap, yet I did mange to fall asleep and napped soundly, albeit not for long.

My brother had gone for the day by then.

My wife was not to leave for work until after 3:30 p.m., which is unusually late for her. She had needed to lie down herself for a time.

The day was solidly overcast, so no sunning was possible. Still, had my wife not been around, I might have at least sat outside and faced in the direction of the completely invisible Sun.

My well-being has been below par today. I have felt unusually stiffer and sorer of joints.

I do intend an early a.m. walk, and will do my best to rise at 1:30 a.m. to ready for it.

I needed some release, so early this evening I watched a Christmas movie here on my beside computer: 2017's The Christmas Cure. I had my supper for the first half hour, and then nursed a can of Cariboo Malt that I was surprised to feel. I opted to have a stiff brandy rather than a second brew.

The movie was okay, but it wasn't until into the second half when it began to affect my emotions. It's not always about the movie itself ─ often it is about my own reflections into my own failed life.

Lead actress Brooke Nevin's name was familiar, but I did not recognize her at all. I have no doubt that she has starred in at least one other Christmas movie I have seen within the past year or two.

She'd definitely cute.

If interested, I watched the movie at this link at M4uHD.net, and it played flawlessly.

By the way, the movie featured actor Patrick Duffy as the heroine's father. I was quite struck by how old the man appeared ... yet he is just under seven months my senior. Do I look far older than I tend to think I do?

It is now 9:29 p.m. ─ I must quickly ready for bed.