Polly

My wife can be so damned frustrating. She went off to work just before mid-afternoon without saying a word to alert me, and now I have to wait another bloody day to get the new mortgage agreement signed, copied, and mailed away to Montreal.

They claim that the document is due by April 14.

We had talked about it earlier when I had come downstairs following my early afternoon nap (actually, I was back to bed at 11:55 a.m.), and she knew I had set up a cumbersome scanner on the dining table along with a laptop connected to it. But when I was done, she wanted to eat a lunch, so I left her in peace and came upstairs here to my bedside computer.

And we never spoke another word together.

It's as if she is wilfully aggravating and obtuse.

The bank claims that if they do not get the agreement back with our choice of their offered mortgage payments, then they are at liberty to hit us up with a six-month rate that is $433.01 more each two weeks than the cheapest rate I intend for us to select.

I bloody hate my life ─ I never wanted any of this damned responsibility! Sometimes I just wish I could be free to up and die and have it all over with.

I sat up last night with my brother watching our shows until almost 1 a.m., but at least I restricted myself to three cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) all the evening.

Via our Android TV Box, we watched an episode each of the following three T.V. series:

• Route 66 ─ episode four ("The Man on the Monkey Board") of season one.

• The Avengers ─ episode one ("Brief for Murder") of season or series three.

• 1923 ─ episode three ("Wrap Thee in Terror") of season two.

My brother's feeble brain could not sustain the rather boring episode of The Avengers, so he was unconscious for much of it. I fully intended to shut down the Android TV Box when the episode concluded and return here to my bedside computer before going to bed, but an infernal blasting-loud commercial associated with the video player I had used blared forth a startling sequence of machine gun fire, and that noise pulled my brother out of his stupor.

But I have to admit that 1923 was absolutely fabulous ─ especially the storyline of British "Alexandra of Sussex" seeking to be admitted into America as a veritable (pregnant) pauper. I never dreamed that third-class passengers went through what she had to experience.

As for Route 66, I used YouTube as our source ─ probably this December 30, 2023, upload at its Classic Films & Serials Now! channel: Route 66 S1E04 The Man on the Monkey Board (October 28, 1960).

How I wish that I had read beforehand who were among the guest cast, for I recognized none of these men, not knowing that they were acting in the episode: Ed Asner, Michael Conrad, Bruce Dern, and Barnard Hughes.

What a damned shame!

Overnight, apart from rising at 6:10 a.m. to use the toilet (after which I got back to sleep), it was around 8:15 a.m. when I roused to check the time, and feeling surprised at how late it was. My brother was already downstairs watching T.V.

I did not join him until after 9 a.m. when I went downstairs to boil water for my day's first mug of instant coffee.

And when he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a 16-minute (16:53) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Viva Goes off on Pierre +Tesla Protest and an NDP BBQ!

Viva Goes off on Pierre, calls him feckless and ponders how he can be trailing in the polls.  Plus Tesla Protest in Vancouver and an NDP BBQ that didn't serve food.

Next up was a video not too far under 1½ hours (1:24:35) published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Full Interview: The EU, Mark Carney & The Plan To Take AWAY What's Left Of Canada's Sovereignty.

Full Interview with historian and analyst Matt Ehret. The history of Mark Carney and the role he is here to fulfill and for whom. Hint: It is certainly NOT to make the average Canadian more prosperous, but to ALLOW Canada to get taken over by the European Union's plan for a One World Government...
One of Matt's Links: Election Interference? CSIS Five Eyes and Ugly Truth of NATO: https://youtu.be/c-DcLaLGT04?si=miqgQIDI1t1s3eUP

And we finished with a 28-minute (28:36) video published March 31 to Rumble's Canadian Citizens for Charter Rights and Freedoms channel: C3RF "In Hot" Interview with PPC Leader Max Bernier - March 2025.

Major Russ Cooper (Ret'd) catches Max Bernier on the election 2025 campaign trail. The "Canada First" platform he is fighting for seems to strike fear in the hearts of the gatekeepers as they keep it tightly bottled up. What could be so wrong with restoring the fundamental rights and freedoms of the individual and ensuring national interests are the priority on the international stage? Could it be that they run afoul of the "Great Reset"?

Upon this video's conclusion, my brother sought some bed rest even though it was but 11:30 a.m.

I pursued my nap without having as yet eaten; and when next I rose, my wife had risen and was busy downstairs in the kitchen. My brother was watching nonsense on T.V. that Bev had tuned in; and then anon he left to catch a bus so he could do some social drinking.

I have no intention of sitting up late again tonight. I will simply leave on my wife's bed the mortgage renewal document that requires signing and dating by her ─ I will have the precise area identified for her.

My brother wrote out a new cheque to replace the abomination he had to destroy yesterday due to it's dual major errors, so my plan is to rise around 2:30 a.m. tonight and soon be away on the 1½-mile or so round trip hike to my financial institution's nearest ATM where I will deposit it. Most of the $1,178.16 are his share of the annual utilities payment that was due today ─ I had written out a cheque to cover that, which he dropped off yesterday at City Hall.

The walk will be a good challenge for my damaged right knee ─ the hope is that I will encounter no one while I am away.

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Obviously I took a break.

Reasonably ahead of 7 p.m. my brother returned home, and in quite good shape. Consequently, I am unsure if I am going to end up watching shows with him and sitting up late or not.

His arrival confounded my intention of fetching a pad of those yellow sticky notes to use on the mortgage agreement to pinpoint where my wife is to sign and date, so I am not going to be doing so ─ I do not wish to risk getting invited to start operating our Android TV Box.

But right now, I am going to tune something in on my bedside computer to watch, and accompany it with a can of beer. And so ... one further break from my blog entry. It is 8:03 p.m.

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There was a conflict between my brother and Bev concerning a show just commencing at 8 p.m. ─ The Masked Singer (I could recognize Nick Cannon's voice). I guess Bev asked if he wanted to watch it (she loves it), and he responded that he was not at all fussy about it ─ or maybe it "wasn't working" for him.

So she told him to watch what he wanted and she came upstairs to their bedroom to watch it on her T.V. there.

Meantime I tuned in The Guardian ─ episode 11 ("Home") of season 1. The episode was very involving, as each episode always seems to be.

This one had actress Polly Draper guesting. I am unfamiliar with her, but Lord! Was she gorgeous! Even her almost hoarse voice was sexy.

Anyway, my source for the show was this GOOJARA.to link.

I might as well shut this down and get to bed if I want to be getting up at 2:30 a.m., for it is already 9:26 p.m.