Bad Ideas

I am unsure if I heard my wife come home late last evening from her full day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed. I had already gone to bed, but it is possible that I may have heard her.

Today has not been a good day for me, for I feel betrayed by God.

My day commenced at 6 a.m. when my cellphone alarm summoned me to rise. I was to soon make some calculations, and I discovered that I am about $400 shy of what is needed for this coming Thursday's debit for the mortgage. I had found my younger brother's monthly expenses reconciliation cheque on the living room coffee table, and it was only for $121.75, but at least I had a figure to work with to determine the shortfall.

I will still have to deposit $300 that I have on hand, as well as the cheque, but everything I can do will leave the account shy by that previously quoted figure.

I had been praying for a miracle, hoping God would secure me from having to plea for succour from family, but it seems that even at this late stage of my life He is never going to free me of dependence, whether upon them, predatory institutions like banks and credit cards (i.e., usurers), or governments.

I seem fated to die in financial thralldom ─ bondage ─ to others.

Anyway, around 7:35 - 7:40 a.m. I performed 10 slow full-range push-ups in the kitchen area before going out into the backyard, and then working my way to the tool shed for the usual 15 minutes of exercise there.

Perhaps it was my near anguish at my plight, but it has been long since I fared so well in the shed, opening with a set of three pull-ups, then a set of two further pull-ups. Not only that, but I then managed two chin-ups in the two sets of those that followed the pull-ups. However, I was still held at a single pull-up in the next two sets between the two bars of the metal child's playground ladder stretched across some roof rafters ─ my sole means of these exercises.

I held the dead hang of the final pull-up before moving on to the squat work to strengthen my crippled right knee and quadriceps.

The blue sky betokened an even sunnier day than was yesterday.

Back in the house I gathered together a fairly light first meal of my day, and that was eaten here at my bedside computer.

My brother emerged from his bedroom quite ahead of 8:30 a.m. to watch his T.V. news shows and drink instant coffee; I joined him around 9 a.m.

Towards 9:15 a.m. he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could commence operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box, and I led off with a nearly 19-minute (18:56) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: I Interviewed My MAGA Uncle. Here's His Advice for Canadians.

Then it was a 55-minute (55:33) video uploaded July 2 to YouTube's Canadian Taxpayers Federation channel: Politicians won golden pigs for THIS: 2026 Teddy Waste Awards.

Plaques for dead raccoon. Fake soccer balls. An agency that gets tax questions right 17% of the time. 

Welcome to the 2026 Teddy Waste Awards — where the Canadian Taxpayers Federation hands out golden pig trophies to the worst government waste offenders of the year.

Refer to the link for the full description, for it lists the 'winners' in the various waste categories.

Our third video wasn't too shy of 10 minutes (9:51) and had been published yesterday to BitChute's NEM721 channel: Iran Ally FIRES Deadly Missiles From 5000-Ton NUCLEAR WARSHIP; Kim Jong Un’s ‘War Challenge’ To US.

North Korea is rapidly taking its nuclear strike capabilities to the high seas. Supreme Leader Kim Jong Un personally supervised a comprehensive live-fire weapons test aboard the newly repaired Kang Kon, a powerful 5,000-ton multipurpose destroyer. According to state-run media, the exercises included the successful launch of a strategic cruise missile, alongside evaluations of the warship’s main naval artillery, automatic guns, radar tracking, and electronic warfare suites. Satisfied with the results, Kim declared the vessel ready for combat operations and ordered it to enter full naval commission within the next two months.

Source: Times Of India

And we finished with Shetland ─ episode three of series or season three.

My brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest. I sought my nap well into the first half of the noon hour, and was to bed a likely hour or so.

I was going to have to contact my wife about the $400 shortfall.

She had another full workday today, not emerging from her bedroom until 9:45 a.m., but managing to ready and be off on her rather long drive by 10:05 a.m. or so.

With her gone, I decided to have a half hour light exercise session in her bedroom before sending her a text at 2:30 p.m.:

We can talk about it on Wednesday, but don't go crazy when you get paid tomorrow ─ I am about $400 too short of Thursday's mortgage.

Then I went out into the backyard to sun, my official session spanning from 2:51 p.m. - 4:20 p.m., if I am remembering rightly. Quite early into the session, my wife texted me back:

Omg

I need to save money to buy a ticket to Thailand, so I will give you $400 first.

This is the first that I have learned of her hope to visit her mother back in Thailand. This makes me feel quite impotent as a husband and provider.

Yeah, I'm feeling down.

And now with just eight cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) in stock, I have to limit myself to just one per evening, so I will only be watching one T.V. show here on my bedside computer to enjoy the beer with.

With that said, it is presently 6:54 p.m., so I shall take that break now.

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I could hardly believe my blessed fortune when I saw that my first show was to be Friday Night Lights ─ episode two ("Bad Ideas") of season two. I reluctantly found myself settling on Tvids.net as my source ─ the damned website is so touchy that practically every contact of the mouse throws up a hijacking tab to another (advertising) website.

I finished my beer too early, and due to how caught up I was in the show, I poured myself a large shot glass of Johnnie Walker Red Label Blended Scotch Whisky. And the show was done by 7:53 p.m., I believe.

The last segment had me in tearful emotion ─ I hate being so alone sometimes and so truthfully helpless.

I heard my brother cough downstairs, so I knew that he had gotten back during the episode from wherever he had left before mid-afternoon and bused to social drink. 

I still had half the shot glass remaining, so I tuned in a sitcom that I haven't watched for a while. Specifically, Kitchen Confidential ─ episode 10 ("Praise Be Praise") of the only season. My source this time was at TVids.to ─ different domain, but same complaint.

I never even remotely cracked the start of a smile of amusement. And the show was ─ I believe ─ done by 8:45 p.m.

I intend to be getting up at 3 a.m. to make the two-mile round trip hobble to my financial institution's nearest ATM to deposit either the $121.75 cheque or else the $300 ─ I don't think it's likely a safe thing to deposit both in the same envelope. But that of course requires a second trip to make another deposit early Wednesday.

Man, this truly sucks.

Right now it is 9:06 p.m.; I am going to brush my teeth, and then begin finalizing and shutting down everything requiring it on this computer.