Desperate

Again I had a most difficult time remaining abed until my 5:45 a.m. cellphone alarm sounded. It seems impossible to comfortably sleep after three or four hours in bed.

A mug of strong hot instant coffee helped in the revival process.

It was still completely dark outside, so I could only evaluate the sky as being overcast and thus potentially favourable to a half-mile hobble to a private (Berezan) liquor store after its 8 a.m. opening. I wanted to buy myself a dozen cans of beer, but I also wanted to buy a 750 ml (25⅓ ozs) bottle of Scotch as part of my eventual Christmas gift for my younger brother.

Very soon after I began passing time here at my bedside computer, I discovered email notification that an account at my main financial institution had dropped below $100 last night. The account is a joint account I have with my wife that I normally never leave even $200 in because she will steal it, but in recent months she has proven herself trustworthy.

Well, I checked my account and discovered that she had withdrawn $400. Generally, that means she was probably gambling ─ definitely partying. She was not yet home when I retired last evening shortly before 11 p.m.

As I type these words towards mid-afternoon, she finally emerged from her bedroom at 2:40 p.m. and is presently in the bathroom.

This discovery of the theft completely derailed me, for I am struggling to keep abreast of crushing bills that she does not ever help to pay. Sure, she buys groceries, and other household items; but beyond that, her part-time income at the Thai restaurant is her own to do with as she pleases ─ she directly contributes nothing.

And now because I was lulled into trusting her, I have been robbed of $400 that she is going to have to answer for.

I will wait to see if she broaches the topic by confessing; but otherwise, I will speak to her before she sneaks off to work, for I expect that she is scheduled for the latter part of today. But if so, she should already be getting set to soon leave on her fairly long drive.

As I said, the discovery of this loss was crushing. I almost never went forth to do my liquor shopping, for I was heavily weighed down with despondence.

When I finally did go, it was a few minutes past 8 a.m. ─ a little later than I intended. But I got the errand completed, and now have a dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and the bottle of Teacher's Highland Cream that I was after ─ the full bill came to $61.80 after deposits and taxes were added in.

It was definitely heavily overcast out, and I could feel the occasional minute speck of moisture in the air. It actually began slightly raining towards the completion of my hobble back home.

No one else had yet risen. In fact, it was nearly 9:10 a.m. before my brother emerged from his bedroom. I could have had control of the T.V. had I not been involved in something here at my beside computer.

I must speak again here of my wife ─ she left for work at 3:11 p.m. without a word of exchange between us. I could have hobbled downstairs where I could hear her readying to leave after she slipped past my open bedroom door, but both my brother and Bev are watching football on T.V. and I preferred not to risk having my brother hear conversation with my wife on this touchy topic. There is nothing that can immediately be done anyway. If she robbed me, it is because she herself went broke.

She will likely get paid on Tuesday or Wednesday, so she cannot make restitution before that happens. Thus, I will give her some further time to confess.

Back to morning T.V. and my brother, I joined him around 9:20 a.m. if not a little later. It was not too much after that he invited me to put our Android TV Box to work.

I led us off with an excellent 1¼-hour (1:18:36) video published November 13 to Rumble's Action4Canada channel: Empower Hour: Dallas Brodie: Illegal Indian Land Grabs: Back Room Deals.

Tanya Gaw and special guest BC MLA Dallas Brodie, leader of OneBC and the Conservative voice behind Bill 19 to ban divisive land acknowledgments and stop DRIPA-fueled land theft, expose how corrupt governments and globalist elites weaponize Indian land claims to strip hardworking Canadian families of their rightful property.

After that we finished watching the movie we had suspended yesterday with a half hour or little more to go. It was 2023's The Last Kingdom: Seven Kings Must Die.

Unlike episodes in the series, the movie seemed to keep dramatically leaping ahead to the next scene with no connecting flow. Also, there were scenes in which leaders would be speaking as if they had an army with them, but they were unaccompanied ─ it was similar to people speaking their parts on a stage in a play, and thus merely symbolic.

Truly, I would have to say that it was the final major scene of the Battle of Brunanburh that made the movie worthwhile. That was a dreadful recreation of what it could have been like.

There are online sources for the movie that are easily enough located, such as this RidoMovies.tv link.

My brother returned to his bedroom afterward so he could have further bed rest. I heated up a rather hearty lamb stew my wife had previously provided, and then ate that here at my bedside computer in the event that she might be rising around midday; but as said earlier, she was not to rise until much later.

It may have been approaching 12:30 p.m. when I finally sought my needed nap. I remained abed until after 2 p.m., finding myself feeling most unpleasant ─ ailing, in fact. Sometimes naps leave me feeling unwell for some bewildering reason.

When I went downstairs to boil water for my day's second mug of coffee, not yet fully sure whether or not my wife had maybe already risen and possibly left home, I saw that my brother had a mug of beer with him as he and Bev watched football ─ he was obviously remaining home today, although he did seem to have replenished his own beer supply while I was napping.

Right now it is 3:58 p.m., so I am going to break from blogging and have some light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom.

I will report back later in the evening to conclude this post.

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I was surprised with a phone call at 4 p.m. from my wife.

She phoned to say she attempted to transfer $350 back into our joint account from her own account, but she couldn't do it. So I went online and met with the same result ─ the notice that appears claims that there is insufficient money in the account to complete the transaction.

A few years ago she had an overdraft on her account that she abused until it was $1,500 or more into the negative, so the financial institution froze her account until restitution was made.

And now she has a penalty remaining whereby a certain number of banking days must pass before the funds are released.

I texted her to inform her that this was probably what we are faced with.

Anyway, following the exercise and then some supper, I tuned in FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode five ("Desperate") of season five ─ here on my bedside computer. It was an exciting episode!

My source was this GOOJARA.to link. One can of beer was well sufficient. I suppose the episode finished very soon after 7 p.m. ─ time enough for another show, of course.

The second and final show I watched was Blood Ties ─ the first episode ("D.O.A.") of season two. This time my source was an upload back on April 10, 2017, to YouTube's Blood Ties channel: BLOOD TIES Season 2 Episode 1.

It was good, but without FBI: Most Wanted's realism, so that is something that cannot be overcome. The episode probably finished around 8 p.m.

And so went a second can of beer. Interestingly to me, after what must be around 1½ years, Cariboo Malt seems to have returned to its 8% alcohol rating after being reduced to 7.9%.

I plan to rise at 3 a.m. overnight for some exercise at the elementary school playground I try to visit two or three times a week, so I am going to publish this post, brush my teeth, and finish up anything I have left undone on this computer before I put myself to bed.

Right now it is 8:42 p.m.