Last evening's 5.625-mile round trip walk to Real Canadian Superstore for a mere two items went well enough, but I discovered that even perfectly sober, I found myself raging and cursing at what I perceived to be transgressions by traffic and other annoying pedestrians ─ I had been believing that I was only that way on any evening outings due to the influence of some alcohol, but there was none in my system last evening.
It is how I am.
I had an interesting experience in the checkout line I selected at the store, standing behind a nicely-groomed, bearded South Asian man. Ahead of him was an older scowling Chinese or other Asian woman, and a possible White somewhat older man with obvious health (Parkinson's?) issues was being served.
The man being checked out was paying by cash, but it probably took over 10 minutes to do so. He kept dropping his change, and the poor young male South Asian cashier even had to remove a metal cover over two sections of the checkout counter conveyor belt because some of the man's change had gotten beneath there.
I am not exaggerating about that 10-minute claim. The total bill came to more cash than the man had, so he kept selecting items to be discounted from the purchase bill, and the poor cashier would have to keep making adjustments that he was clearly not comfortable doing. And this was going on over and over, for several items were painstakingly discounted, one following another, and not collectively. Meantime, more money was fumbled.
So the South Asian chap and I talked a little in our misery to pass the time, and I learned that he ran his own barbershop somewhere, and had to deal with cash all day long.
The neighbouring checkout lineup would slowly advance all the way through, and new people would add to it, and they would all be checked out, and still more people would come along with the same result while we waited. Everyone who came and lined up behind me gave up and joined that far, far quicker lineup, and they too were served and went their ways.
But not us.
The scowling Asian lady had a bouquet of flowers that was among her purchases.
When finally the problematic customer at last successfully paid his bill total and left and it became the Asian woman's turn, the barber quipped to the cashier, "Her flowers are no longer fresh!" The woman never acknowledged the joke in the slightest. Meantime, the fellow noticed some change on the floor that the first customer had dropped, so he picked up what he saw and placed it on the counter for the cashier to deal with.
Then when it was his turn to be checked out, he quipped that he was no longer as young as he used to be as a result of standing in that line ─ I had a laugh at that, and agreed.
When he paid his bill and was about to leave, he made his goodbyes with me as if we had developed a bit of a friendship ─ it was truly a nice interaction and well worth having to have waited in the lineup together just to experience that relatively brief connection with the young fellow (he was probably in his early 30s).
I returned home to find that by then my younger brother was home and watching T.V. ─ I doubt that it was much later than 8:20 p.m. when I had left home, so it was not terribly late when I got back. (I hope that I am not misremembering.)
After I got around to joining him and got my invitation to begin operating our Android TV Box, I tuned in The Plot Against America ─ "Part 5". It was not until the episode had ended that I realized there was but one episode remaining.
I also noticed that even without any commercials, the episode had been just over 101 minutes long! But it is so very absorbing ─ even with my drunken brother's ongoing interjections and unwanted commentary.
After the show was done, he requested "something short", so I tuned in Peep Show ─ it was the season two finale episode six ("Wedding"), and even my brother understood enough of the episode to get a kick out of it.
He thereafter went on upstairs to his bedroom for the night. As for me, it is possible that I was to bed no later than 2 a.m., but I now cannot recall.
My wife was not yet home, but at some point she did show up and get to bed while I was asleep. She had a full workday scheduled for today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
I may have risen this morning around 8:30 a.m. or reasonably soon therefrom. My brother managed to emerge from his bedroom just ahead of 9 a.m. and get possession of the T.V.
After I joined him and got his okay to put our Android TV Box back to work around 9:10 - 9:15 a.m., I began with an hour-long (1:02:16) video published yesterday at Rumble's ZeeeMedia channel: Karen Kingston - Spraying Monkeypox? Globalists Redefine Bio-Warfare.
In this eye-opening presentation, Biotech Analyst Karen Kingston explains how the globalists have redefined vaccines and viruses and plan to weaponise aerosol "viruses" to perpetuate biological warfare on unsuspecting populations.I followed that with an 18-minute (18:40) video published two days ago at Rumble's The People's Voice channel: USAF Pilot Exposes Top Secret Chemtrails 'Mind Control' Program To 'Destroy Civilization'.
A United States Air Force pilot has stepped forward to expose a secretive operation, far beyond top-secret classification. This Air Force program, which has been active since at least 1996, has a chilling objective: to subdue the entire population of the United States by 2025, using a dangerous mix of mind-altering chemicals.
The pilot has provided solid documentary evidence, revealing a plot that targets the North American people. He warns that, leading up to the November election, the skies will be filled with even more chemicals than ever before.
This buildup is all part of the final phase of the operation, which aims to achieve total mind control and the enslavement of the population by 2025.
That was then followed with a 13-minute video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Redacted channel: "NATO, you are declaring war on Russia! We will respond" Putin warns west | Redacted News.
Over the past 24 hours, we've seen that the deep state puppets running the white house have finalized plans to expand the war against Russia. According to Politico the US and UK are getting ready for a massive escalation in the war against Russia.
After that one I began playing a documentary that I had previously downloaded onto a thumb or flash drive, but we had to postpone the last 20 or so minutes because my brother had run out of viewing time. I will report on it ─ and it was excellent at that point ─ when we finish watching it.
My wife destroyed my morning ─ my day, in fact.
After she showered this morning and my brother and I were still watching the first video, she called me to come upstairs.
To be succinct, she took back the $1,000 she had supposedly repaid me two or three days ago, and pressured me into transferring a further $500 to her from my private account ─ even though I told her that it was next Thursday's mortgage money.
She claimed that she would ensure by then that we had enough to pay it.
I was so furious at myself and the unheeding God who keeps me trapped in this pointless life I am leading that I had my eyes start to tear up as I watched T.V. with my brother. He of course had no idea of any of this.
I MUST get far away from my wife, but I cannot afford to go anywhere; and I stupidly allowed my brother to list my name as the homeowner back in 2002 when we began paying a mortgage that we will now never pay off.
So I am trapped, as said, constantly worrying about having enough money for the fortnightly mortgage payment.
I rue just about everything related to my life ─ I should have died a few decades or more ago.
Feeling alone and lost, early in the afternoon I succumbed to dissoluteness, but at least I still managed to seek a nap reasonably before mid-afternoon and was abed maybe 1½ hours.
I have considered some drunkenness, but I want to be capable of having an overnight five-mile+ walk that I hope to rise at 1:30 a.m. to begin reading for. This will necessitate getting to bed by or soon after 9:30 p.m.
I rose from that afternoon nap to find it raining, and although it did stop for some while eventually, it then resumed with the arrival of evening.
Also inhibiting any drinking is the onset soon of my weekly Sabbath fast at dark. I have had my supper, which was founded upon two slices of a pizza brought to me in the late afternoon by my youngest stepson.
I feel so damned hopeless.
It is now 8:15 p.m. ─ I am done blogging for today.
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