Archive for August, 2009

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Mash Mish

August 31, 2009
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oh my, blue skies

It’s the first night back at work for this week. Brother! There must be a huge swoop in the jet stream happening. All day Sunday was what Winnie the Pooh would call a ‘blustery day’ with gusty winds and dense clouds scudding across the sky. It tried to rain a few times with wildly varying results – fine misty stuff, quick downpours, steady soakers. This a.m. it’s almost cool enough for frost on this last day of August. Incredible!!

The night has been spent speed reading through all my regular fave blogs. We still have the house operating at capacity; overbooked in fact. With constant intake and discharge the dynamic of the house changes frequently and it’s now a younger house; more drug clients than alcohol. Just in case anyone was wondering crack and crystal meth are not recreational drugs. Some folks seem to be confused on that point.

I’m hoping to get some fresh pictures downloaded later on today. Pitter patter. Time to clear on out of here and get home to bed.

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Mish-Mash

August 29, 2009

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It has been a mixed up, muddled up week which has included far too much time on my hands, too many things which are outside my control and as a result a little too much stress. On the other hand, I have had some time to get some things accomplished around the house and stuck my nose in a book from time to time… I’m reading Hunter S Thompson’s novel “The Rum Diary”. Quite good; I’m enjoying it. It differs quite a lot from the writing style in his other books and reportage. I haven’t had the focus or inclination to get my drawing materials out lately.

Last evening I sent a video link to a bunch of American blog friends for one that was mentioned on our national news. It contains some Canadian perspective on the current debate stateside on where the American healthcare system may go in upcoming times. Whether it eventually is modelled on our system or not isn’t important – it will have to be tailored specifically to American needs. We’ve enjoyed the benefits of our system for 40+ years so there may be something contained here that will be thought provoking and engender more discussion.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DXXBCFnhsUc

Freedom update – It is 5 weeks post-surgery (the second one) and she continues to come along slowly (as in; not as quickly as we would like for her). We had her up for a check-up with the surgeon on Thursday and he attributes the lengthy recuperation to Freedom’s age and the fact it is a second surgery. He is unable to find anything wrong with the knee joint….. and so we wait, and exercise her, and do physio, and keep her quiet and still as much as possible.

That’s it for now – enjoy the weekend & I’ll be back Sunday evening for another week of work.

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Flashback

August 27, 2009

Outside our front door we have a couple of decorative cut crystal baubles hanging from a light. When they catch the sunshine they cast prismatic rainbows all over the place – you just don’t want the beams to hit you in the eye cuz they’re like bloody lasers. Killing time the other day I held one up to the lens of my cell phone camera and here’s what I wound up with.

Ahh, the memories…… reminds me so much of my hallucinogenic indulgence days; LSD, peyote, magic mushrooms, MDA. In case you missed those days this is what it resembled:

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wwoooowww, maaann!

wwoooowww, maaann!

Love, peace and groovy-ness people!! Out.

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Time Is Up

August 26, 2009
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Today is a day of endings…. I have to tell a boarder to be on his way. Shortly after he moved in he lost his job and there hasn’t been a month since where he has paid his rent in full. Six months is way more than enough time. $2,000 in the hole is too much to expect he’ll ever be able to pay up. It’s time to cut my losses and at the same time cut him loose. This isn’t my way but I feel I’m being taken advantage of due to my lenient, accommodating attitude. Enough now, away…. it’s got to end.

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shadowed clover

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WordPress Crash

August 23, 2009

Tonight has been an exercise in frustration with WP going down for a few hours. At first I thought I’d pushed along too quickly clicking away and causing my computer to freeze. I switched to the computer across the office and found I couldn’t log back in from there either. Then I tried viewing friend’s WP sites only to find they weren’t available as well. The only relief was that it wasn’t something I had done.

Kel at xfacta gave me the heads up that my RSS feed wasn’t working. I don’t know anything about RSS and don’t subscribe to any. Earlier on this week I fiddled with some settings and my google ID account but don’t think anything I changed would have affected this. Input anyone??

(Kel – remember the ‘keys to the kingdom’ for Constant Change?? I’ll have to forward you the new info unless I have to change it back again.)

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RSS Feed Test Post

August 23, 2009

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Turning Turtle

August 22, 2009

This week has brought a definite inward shift…….. keeping myself to self moreso than usual. Not writing so much; commenting on others blogs less than I normally do.

Although here at the treatment centre we’re operating at capacity and the group of residents we have are a good quiet bunch the phones have been unusually busy through the night. Frankly, some of the calls I’ve fielded this week have been incredibly sad and upsetting. There have been a few calls left unanswered because I was in the middle of another one where the person was in crisis. A few times I had just hung up from one call and with no time to de-stress, pick up yet another one back-to-back.

It eventually puts me into self-preservation mode; battening down the hatches and shutting down the emotioal onslaught. Some of the things people disclose to me leave me shaking my head and wishing I had never been made party to it. One fellow called two nights in a row so drunk that I don’t know how he managed to dial the phone; so impaired I could barely make out what he was saying. There was no way I could do a proper intake with him as he couldn’t participate in a linear conversation. He says he knows he will die if he continues to drink but he’s completely unable to stop – he’s alone, he’s isolated, he can’t keep food down, he has night terrors and can’t sleep, he wakens from his stupors retching, he’s living in the disease and can’t stop. It’s like looking into the past, darkly.

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Thursday evening on the way to work I heard a tornado warning broadcast over the radio for our area. Half an hour later I was escorting our guys to a meeting on the bus and advised them that should the weather look threatening to get inside the building where the meeting was taking place. Sure enough, with 15 minutes to go before the beginning of the meeting the storm blew in – lashing rain, high winds, non-stop lightning. One of the guys called me to a window to see the genesis of a funnel; luckily it dissipated in the crosswinds. But it had dropped about 50 feet downward from the clouds before it was swept away. I went to the door and there were a couple of our guys outside watching the storm from under the shelter of a tree. ‘Hey!! What part of what I said didn’t you understand?? GET IN! NOW!!’ There was some moaning and bitching about not being able to see properly from inside but at least none of them got hurt. The power went out but the meeting went ahead by candlelight.

BTW, half a dozen tornadoes did touch down across the southern part of the province leaving a couple of people dead, some unaccounted for and hundreds of homes damaged. On my way home come morning there were a good many trees down, some areas still without power and lots of traffic signals either dead or flashing.

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Less than two weeks until Mom’s real estate deal goes through and she’s kept herself busy sorting and packing. I dropped in on her a few days ago and she asked if I wanted to go through some pictures she was throwing out. Hell, yes!! I’ve sorted through 6 or 7 big packets of pictures and a few albums and scored a bunch of goodies. Old family gatherings; lots of shots of family friends I hadn’t thought of in ages. Seeing as how my memory appears to be impaired these pictures managed to joggle some things to the surface and fill in a few blank spots. There are huge gaps where I have very little recollection of, literally, years of my teens and early to middle twenties. Nice to have some photographic evidence that I wasn’t completely missing in action. (Shoulda listened to the warning at Woodstock – ‘Don’t do the brown tabs of acid!!’) * Note to BJ – I grabbed some you’ll be interested in. *

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