Bloody Hell!
My wife sent me a text just after 6 p.m. ─ she wants to "borrow" $1,000, and claims she'll repay it sometime next month.
What the blazes is wrong with her? I'm a 75-year-old pensioner, and my pension income is my only income! As it is, I live almost as if I'm under house arrest ─ I can't afford to do anything or go anywhere. Meantime she parties a few times a week, and has travelled internationally quite a number of times since I last went abroad back in 2005 when I married her in Thailand.
No, this ain't happening yet again. I am not going the next number of weeks without even any spending money, let alone any money to start putting towards Christmas gifts.
Aww, bollocks!
But let's start at the beginning of my day when I rose at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for a five-mile+ walk.
It was either 2:06 or 2:08 a.m. once I was outside and on my way in a very light drizzle of rain. I had weighed myself fully clothed before heading for the front door, and I was possibly 191 pounds, but maybe only 190 pounds ─ I now forget. Whatever the case, I was three or so pounds lighter than I was in the wee a.m. of Saturday when I last sallied forth on an identical walk.
Since it was lightly raining, I forwent stopping at the nearby elementary school playground for some upper body exercising.
The air was biting, as was the frigid rain ─ it felt as if it could snow at any moment.
Imagine my surprise when 1¼ or so miles from home in the Green Timbers Urban Forest area I recognized a couple of very small patches of snow on the ground. Soon, I was to see quite a fair expanse of snow. It did not obliterate the ground as a total cover, but it was sufficient to present a mostly white veneer, I suppose.
My first snow experience at this end of 2024! I never saw any falling, however ─ this had all taken place earlier. And in fact, maybe halfway through my walk the rain seemed to cease, so the remainder of my walk was without that threat.
I was hustling, and a few times I jogged very short distances. I think that limbering in that fashion was why ─ once I was back to the elementary school property as a shortcut ─ I unexpectedly did better than I anticipated when I attempted a set of pull-ups.
I had only intended to tackle three sets ─ one each of pull-ups, chin-ups, and then pull-ups between a pair of the jungle gym monkey bars. But I relatively comfortably managed five pull-ups in that first set.
Encouraged, I then went on and did double sets of each exercise. Thus: 5-3-3-3-2-2.
The middle two sets were of course chin-ups, and the final two sets were pull-ups between two of the bars (the gymnastics-style rings had been rendered unusable by vandals).
After completing the final pull-up between the two bars, I just held a hang for maybe a 35-count before letting go and heading over to the nearby cement ramp where I had to settle for a dozen full-range decline push-ups. Or was it only 10? Damned if I can remember.
Despite the stop to exercise, I was back home at exactly 4 a.m., so my outing was either six or even eight minutes under two hours ─ an excellent showing.
However, I did not get back to bed until just after 6:30 a.m. due to my involvement in an E-mail response to Glenda, a woman in Texas I sometimes correspond with.
Yet I was to be awake and rose well ahead of 8:30 a.m., aware that my younger brother was already watching T.V.
As usual, I waited until shortly past 9 a.m. before joining him, and then getting invited to put our Android TV Box to work.
I led us off with a 44-minute (44:30) video published yesterday at Rumble's Canadian Citizens for Charter Rights and Freedoms channel: C3RF "In Hot" interview with PPC leader Max Bernier.
Major Russ Cooper (Ret'd) welcomes PPC leader Max Bernier to an "In Hot" session dedicated to the discussion of Trump's win and its impact on the Canadian political scene. Will the surprise outcome south of the border be repeated in a Canada sick and tired of wokeism and economic decline? Strap in for an informative ride!
I like and trust Maxime ─ he got my vote in the last federal election, and will in the next one, too ─ even though I know it will be futile. But I trust no one else.
The next video I tuned in exceeded two hours. Alas, with a half hour of it to go at 11:30 a.m., my brother wanted to retire to his bedroom for some bed rest, and requested that we cancel out and watch the rest of the video tomorrow.
Consequently, I will cite it once we have completed watching it.
I suppose the overcast nippy day has had some periods of light rain, but I cannot recall witnessing any falling ─ nothing outside has ever dried, though.
My early afternoon nap found me thereafter feeling near to having an eyestrain headache from insufficient sleep.
My wife had a full workday today, so she rose around 9:40 a.m. and left us around 10:10 a.m. at latest on her fairly long drive to get to the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
My brother headed away on foot during my nap, and would have caught a bus to take him off to engage his daily social drinking.
I want to make the four-mile round trip hike to the nearest government liquor store to purchase another two dozen cans of beer. Initially I thought that I could easily leave by 5 p.m., for it was dark even before that. However, I had not even begun blogging.
And I needed some sort of uplift or boost.
So early into the evening after some blogging, I went downstairs to the T.V. and used our Android TV Box to tune in Cybill ─ episode 15 ("Once, Twice, Three Times a Lady") of season four.
I had discovered that text from my wife just prior to tuning in the show, so even the shot of Captain Morgan Dark Rum (40% alcohol) that I nursed over the course of the episode could not erase the upset her text brought on, so my concentration on the show was impaired. As yet I have not responded to her.
I would have watched a longer show, but doing so would require drinking some beer, and I dare not court the distress of needing urinary relief during that upcoming round trip walk into Whalley. The opportunities for such relief are not particularly common on this specific walk.
The plan for the latter evening is to sit up watching at least a couple of shows that my brother and I follow in common, and of course I will be indulging in some beer. It will be a late night.
Presently I am charging my phone downstairs, and it is at 95%. Once charged, I will text my wife my refusal to let her have me live without any money ─ even for one week. I have plans ─ I have been working on investing in a high-quality pair of boots instead of gambling on these lower-priced brands. I haven't bought a pair of boots since last December. I also need new gloves.
And there are other things ─ all of which I have been unable to buy all this year because my wife keeps abusing me with these hard luck requests for my money, all the while ignoring my needs ─ I have so damned little to live for, and she persists in taking away even that.
Besides which Christmas is coming, and I've got to begin buying a few things for my brother and my two stepsons ─ even if it's just $30 lottery packs and some kind of specialty booze item.
I had thought to try and lay away $500 to give my wife as cash, for that's all I know that she cares about. But now she wants me to give her twice that figure right now as a supposed loan?
This is abominably abusive.
I am saying no more for today's post. It is already 7:55 p.m.
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