One is not enough. One gift beautifully wrapped. To magnify the situation, the big picture, this kid is more interested in wrapping papers just like most cats do.
Rest before you get tired is my mantra to recharge.
Tired. I am always tired. Fa-ti-gue. It’s such a joke that my doctor once said she will charge me $Five bucks every time I say it during a consultation. There were at least five doctors that replaced her until a new one came from the UK. She is just great. She listens and referred me to the Centre for Chronic Disease I completely forgot about until one day I received a call from them. Two years later when I was on the list since September 2018.
I’m finally in. The work of managing unknown ailments takes understanding one’s self-care.
I am not alone.
Do you ever confess your temptations to anybody willing to listen?
Once again, it’s not a sin.
How can one describe having high tea in the garden?
High tea in England is so elegant. Hard to copy their tradition.
First there was the photo booths, followed by Polaroid. Then came disposable cameras, point and shoot, Apple iPad, iPhone 5C, iPhone 6, iPhone 6s and iPhone 7 plus. These are photo devices that I used as far as I can remember.
I love the booths and Polaroid. Instant gratification of how the shots turn out. Gather as many peeps in the booth, the funnier the photos come out. For a mere buck, it gives four different pictures. Cheap thrills.
Then it gets expensive.
Disposable cameras are great on a need to have basis. Point and shoot requires rolls of films. Then the films have to be processed, developed and printed. What size do you want? Matted or glossy? Rush or regular? Cost all adds up. The finished product is a surprise. With 24 prints, maybe half is good if your lucky. Over exposure, blurry, or what is this? Storing the pictures into albums and the films in shoe boxes take spaces.
Photography became easier when the digital age came. No more films. Reusable gigs. Store them in the Clouds. Cost effective. Love it.
What do I do with these pictures?
One example is incorporating it with favourite poetry or essay. The prose remains, photos change in time.
Do not ask your children
to strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is a way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples, and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.
Poem: by William Martin, Make the Ordinary Come Alive
Lucy, my niece, was the first model used for this sage advice. She is all grown up studying in university. Our family is growing rapidly, more children. Death is part of living.
Looking Back as an ending from Albert Camus
“In the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love.
In the midst of tears, I found there was, within me, an invincible smile.
In the midst of chaos, I found there was, within me, an invincible calm.
I realized, through it all, that…
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.”
– Albert Camus
I before E is the best way to remember the spellbinding attention when to use rule of C. The rule is immanent to loosen its grip with autocorrect.
English is a confusing language.
What I’m trying to say is I love this group, RDP. Easy to remember and spell.
After thought as later:
“a question as to whether altruism is immanent in all individuals or is instead acquired from without.”
Another one: to visit a dying person in the hospital to say goodbye or to pray for a peaceful death is a dilemma. Thinking of Tito Jess.
It’s dark and cold rainy day. For a week. A week of blue. But have no fear, there’s always a fizzy or fuzzy way of picking up the day,
Go to your nearest Starbucks and order a sparkling cold brew. Better yet, hit the nearest bar for an effervescent bubbly with an umbrella and a twist of lime.
Brain fog is seeing without my glasses. No lenses, everything is a blur.
I want to remember as much as possible
the events of my life be it pleasant or
unpleasant as long as I can. There are
times that I want to remember less.
Someone told me instead of remembering,
remember to forget. And I ponder about this
and what came to mind, sooner or latter
a time will come, it will happen without even
having to remember.
When it comes to FOG, it’s an acronym I made up such as “Focus on Gratitude” or “Focus on God.” pinned on my door to read before I walk out of the house.
Resolution. I think about it. Wish about. Fantasize about. I’d say mañana. But, I still persevere and learn from others. Others would rather play boggle.
- Lower my expectations
- Goals not resolution
- Read more books
- Don’t make resolutions
- Diet starts tomorrow
- Survive the year
- Relax at gym
- Join a group
- Fold laundry later
Aren’t these easy enough to keep? I’ve done these before. Unless, someone comes up with another idea, I’m open to suggestions.
Happy Three Kings!
The grandkids were all excited that the Three Kings are coming following Christmas. It means they will get extra gifts. Gifts not under the Christmas tree but in your shoes.
Bring out the shoes and line them up by the doorway, stairs or window.
We follow this tradition and hand it down the generations celebrating the last day of Christmas.
“We three kings of Orient are;
bearing gifts we traverse afar,
field and fountain, moor and mountain,
following yonder star.”
You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go…Dr. Seuss, Oh, the Places You’ll Go!
When we were younger, our bucket list included mostly places we want to travel or things we want to do before we die. Now we are older, we travel back in time to check the bucket list for a yay or nay. The question is would we do it again? Which one would you not do ever again? That’s a hard one. But it’s fun to travel down memory lane.
Here’s a compilation of anti-bucket list what some people are sharing:
- Camping. My idea of roughing it is walking (to the breakfast buffet) thru the plant filled atrium at the Embassy Suites.
- Get married again. Been there, done that 3 times…..
- I will never go to the Florida theme parks in the summer again. Hot, 10000% humidity, rain, long lines and crowded, for a 4 minute ride. Never again.
- Never wear high heels again.
- No more roller coasters and no more waterpark slides.
- Buy a brand-new car.
- Wear a bikini
- Drink Boones Farm Strawberry Wine
The list is endless.
As a reader, it’s interesting to see how people interact behind the keyboards. There is one particular posts that I enjoyed thoroughly in a group “The Other Side of Art.“ John Atkinson’s artwork was shared without citations. Part of the rule is to provide proper citation. In the comment section, the author was requested to correct it and “admin” was notified.
Next thing I knew, the original post no longer appears and a similar post showed up shared by “admin” V Sco Jabbah.
Wow! This post garnered about 1.3K reactions. Interestingly enough, another comment showed that this post is incomplete and was asked to correct it. Do you think an admin would accept the challenge?
Well! It was challenged by the member who made such comments. The member shared the whole art of John Atkinson. This post went viral and exceeded more reactions, shared all over FB and more comments. Fabulous.
Christmas is not over yet and I was about to share the member’s post since it’s authentic and not the admin.
Lo and behold, the member’s authentic share is no longer in the group but the admin’s post still there.
Well, Mr. Atkinson, sorry that your art fell into the wrong hands of The Other Side of Art.
Image Source: Tent City Nati
Story Source: You can stay at my house
It was Christmas Eve at the famed Riverside Church in New York City, and with William Sloan Coffin, Jr. scheduled to preach, the pews were packed. The Christmas Pageant was on and had come to the point where the innkeeper was to say that there was no room at the inn for Joseph and Mary pregnant with Jesus.
The part seemed perfect for Tim, an earnest youth of the congregation who has Down Syndrome. Only one line to memorize and he had practiced it again and again with his parents and with the pageant director. He seemed to have mastered it.
So there Tim stood at the altar, a bathrobe over his clothes, as Mary and Joseph made their way down the center aisle. They approached him, said their lines, and waited for his reply. “There’s no room at the inn,” he boomed out, just as rehearsed.
But then, as Mary and Joseph turned to travel further, Tim suddenly yelled, “Wait!” They turned back startled. “You can stay at my house,” he called.
Tenting is only a stop gap way of living.
Mickey Mouse? That is a strange synonym for measly according to Merriam-Webster.
Mickey Mouse course, Mickey Mouse operation, small, ineffective, or unimportant to be taken seriously …
Homeless is not a small matter. Seriously.
Once a year, either on Christmas or New Years, food served consists mostly of our favourite dishes.
There’s a few of us looking at the dishes served salivating to taste them with great nostalgia how we consumed so much of these as if there is no tomorrow.
I said to my sister, just try one or two. Then drink lots of water to cleanse your system. It’s ok. I was egging her as if I was the demon behind her.
Temptation. Our mind has no border.
Fall is the best time foraging for wild mushrooms. They come in different colours and sizes.
Want to get high? There are wild mushrooms out there that can provide euphoria. Wild mushrooms may appear to be esculent and you have to be an expert in edible fungus.
Trial and error, you may see God for eternity or maybe in Purgatory or maybe in Dante’s Inferno.
I have to start by saying thanks
Thanks for a wonderful year
Not only to you, to God number one
To you number two
And for all the wonderful things...
You know, when I look
at a beautiful day,
I’ll say, “God is there.”
I say it’s happy
because birds are tweetin’ ...
Sun i shinnin’ ...
Wind’s blowin’ ...
The leaves flyin’ ...
A fantastic monologue from the show “A Storm For Christmas.” It was perfect flick while viewing it during our snowstorm. Now back to liquid weather.
The young ones,
Darling we’re the young ones,
And young ones shouldn’t be afraid.
That’s a better song for spiderling rather than the itsy bitsy winky speedy pider…
That nursery brings back memories of singing it to my nephew over and over again driving up to the a mountain in Kauia to make him stop crying.
Who was that actress that won an Oscar and belted out “You love me. You really love me.”
Heh! Not unless she’s pretty in pink,
Excuse me, I’m ready for my close up for those adoring fans.
As far as business is concerned especially the malls, Yuletide starts as soon after Halloween.
There are so many stories to be told during Christmas gatherings. There is but only one good story written in letter on Christmas Eve 1914 by a soldier…
I have just been through one of the most extraordinary scenes imaginable. To-night is Xmas Eve and I came up into the trenches this evening for my tour of duty in them. Firing was going on all the time and the enemy’s machine guns were at it hard, firing at us. Then about seven the firing stopped.
I was in my dug-out reading a paper and the mail was being dished out. It was reported that the Germans had lighted their trenches up all along our front. We had been calling to one another for some time Xmas wishes and other things. I went out and they shouted “no shooting” and then somehow the scene became a peaceful one. All our men got out of their trenches and sat on the parapet, the Germans did the same, and they talked to one another in English and broken English. I got on top of the trench and talked German and asked them to sing a German Volkslied, which they did, then our men sang quite well and each side clapped and cheered the other.
I asked a German who sang a solo to sing one of Schumann’s songs, so he sang The Two Grenadiers splendidly. Our men were a good audience and really enjoyed his singing.
Then Pope and I walked across and held a conversation with the German officer in command.
One of his men introduced us properly, he asked my name and then presented me to his officer. I gave the latter permission to bury some German dead who are lying in between us, and we agreed to have no shooting until 12 midnight to-morrow. We talked together, 10 or more Germans gathered round. I was almost in their lines within a yard or so. We saluted each other, he thanked me for permission to bury his dead, and we fixed up how many men were to do it, and that otherwise both sides must remain in their trenches.
Will try and write more in a day or two. Keep this letter carefully and send copies to all. I think they will be interested. It did feel funny walking over alone towards the enemy’s trenches to meet someone half-way, and then to arrange a Xmas peace. It will be a thing to remember all one’s life.
Kiss the babies and give them my love. Write me a long letter and tell me all the news. I hope the photos come out all-right. Probably you will see them in some paper.
Source: Letters of Note
Image Source: Internet unknown
Hi. I’m Grace. Did you just call me?
Grace came to me.
No need to search in ancestry dot com. There’s a family tree for this generation to find their roots.
Do you love me?
A beautiful autumn day for Dia de Los Muertos. Time to visit the boneyard, rattle and wake up the skeletons, bring food on the sacred ground, blow kisses to the faithfully departed. Honour the dead. Celebrate life. Happy All Souls Day.
Halloween. Trick or treat. Wear a costume. Watch Stephen King’s movie in Netflix. Tell gruesome stories of ghost and haunted house. Better yet, read or watch the news!
This weekend, rally against Iran all day happened. Traffic was gruelling.
Stay safe. Be safe. Fireworks tonight. Protect your furry friends and love ones.
My brother paints. He calls himself an abstract painter not an artist. Whenever I say that his art work is exquisite, I will be corrected. Painting.
This is me the cat and hummingbird whisperer.
This is his self portrait.
Me as a walking canvas.
Be proud of your heroes and show the starbursts in your life. Wear your heart on your sleeves.
His van was covered with superheroes toy each representing a character in the Bible. Stickers galore … “ Smile. Jesus Loves You. (Yah, and me too.)
He told me his story. Fascinating man. More lucid than me. He’s a fool for Christ’s sake and proud of it.
Want to buy a negligee? Another meaning for dishabille.
When Rihanna attended a Paris Dior show in nothing but a black mesh negligee, proudly showing off her baby bump, legions of fans (and the audience in attendance) did not clutch their pearls but applauded.— Christina Binkley, Town & Country, 23 Aug. 2022
To frame or be framed. This is a test of intelligence.
Every night I pray: “Lord come and visit me in my dreami” followed by “Angel of God…guide and guard me.”
“It is only her in large portions of Canada that wondrous second wind, the Indian summer, attains its amplitude and heavenly perfection, — the temperatures; the sunny haze; the mellow, rich delicate, almost flavoured air: Enough to live — enough to merely be.” – Walt Whitman, Diary in Canada
This hairless cat just loves suntanning by the window beside a blue cat. First time I’ve seen a blue cat before.
When I took the photo, lo and behold, I noticed there is a third one.
Do you remember the event of your birth?
To remind him forever the time he was born, my cousin tattooed a watch on his arm. Now he has a permanent Timex.
Vancouver has two seasons. Wet or Autumn. It rains so much here that we changed the name from Westcoast to Wetcoast.
If you want to stay dry, stay on the blue carpet.
Soil is for dirt. Earth is for the garden.
I can’t call dirt as soil. Whenever I buy a bag of garden “soil”, I refer to it as earth. Me, I get soiled too much all over me after playing with on the earth.
The word bleary first appeared in 14th century. Fast forward to 20th century, there would be plenty of dry eyes in the British Royalty with the end of an era of Elizabethan age.
God Rest in Queen Elizabeth II.
When I was in London, I have to wake up very early to take the tour of Windsor Castle, eyes wide shut.
Wake me up when we get there!
When I was young, I used to catch tadpoles and frogs. I love watching the tadpoles turn into a frog or toads. Mother used to scare me that I will get warts from handling them. That did not stop me. I never got a single wart. Amphibians do not carry this virus.
Since migrating here in Canada, I haven’t seen a single frog. So I joined this group at Vancouver Island.
Somewhere in Norway, there is a sign how to stay healthy and stay from the doctor’s office.
What if you have more than one to pinch other maladies!
Always carry an umbrella
Protection from the weather or attacker
I started this plant from seed and it was so full of leaves. Today, it was all twigs.
What happened to the leaves of apricot hyssop? A fat juicy green worm feasted on it.
Well, this worm will not survive in the balcony so I placed it in the garden where it can munch away hoping it will turn to something with wings. The hyssop will survive.
Put your clothes on!
This angry naked child is one of many naked statues in Norway.
Coffee has healing power. It brings me back to life . It’s the first thing I take before my happy pill.
On my first day at work, my manager invited me to have a cup of coffee. Wasn’t that nice?
One day, I heard her exclaimed, “I’m dying for a cup of coffee.“ In an open area setting, we could hear what others say.
Whoa! I maybe the Health and Safety Representative for the district. I don’t want any death injury at work.
So I said: “Let me buy you a cup of coffee.”
She responded: “Since when did we become friends?”
I retorted: “We’re not friends. I just don’t want to see you die.”
The garden is my playground
Fairytales still remain
To nurture nature with human nature
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Warning by Jenny Joseph
Split, Check, Rift, Crevice, Fissure, Chink, Crack.
What will I become
He, She, His, Hers, They, Them, I
Where the clouds and earth never meet
Float freely like a kite
On golden sand beneath you
Vapor. Vapour. Gas.
A steam clock at Water Street in Gastown with gassy jacks and janes. Umbrella optional.
No point of hiding. I was going to keep quiet today but WordPress reminded me that today is my anniversary.
Be brave, bodacious, flamboyant, eye catching, brilliant as a Scandinavian. So here’s to you readers, thank you for all the attention you gave me.
Kenspeckle. What a word.
There is no word you can describe the euphoria of finding the Great Pumpkin.
Across from the building, a cat is on the balcony with no place to hide from the scorching sun.
The cat is has been outside for a couple of days. The balcony door is close, owner is missing in action. We called SPCA (Society of Prevention of Cruelty to Animals) asking for advice. SPCA needs pictures of the status of the cat and a report from them before they can act on rescue mission.
For the past nights, the cat has been meowing in distress.
Forget that, time to rescue the cat without SPCA.
Here enter the Cat ~ Woman, yours truly: Picture this: Second floor balcony, a long ladder, and three adults (Mr. and Mrs. Room 307 and Mr. Frenchie) holding the ladder, watching Cat ~ Woman climb up to second floor, assess the situation and to take pictures as evidence for SPCA.
A box with pillow and poo poo, a litter box filled with more poo poo, a bowl of dry food, no water.
How do you respond to this question or statement when I ask you “tell me a story” instead of “how are you?”
Is it an art to be able to respond to a simple question? Or you’d rather not talk about it? As I get older, I noticed even in my family, I could sense their discomfort in sharing even the best of life’s situation. Thank goodness, I am learning to be still.
There is a site that offers vestige stories of women that are open to storytelling.
Let’s share meaningful narratives.
Vestige is the poetic synthesis between the essence of minimalistic beauty and the gravity of storytelling. Stories collected from women of different paths form the basis of our designs, which are then woven, sewn or embroidered into each garment. Storytelling has long established its place as the most essential tradition of all human culture. We hope this precious custom can extend beyond the literature and media we consume, and permeate the very products we use in our daily lives.
Photo credit: Vestige Story
As long as as my human keeps the fireplace on, nothing can stop me from a frozen treat.
Now all the babies are born, all three of them, one boy and two girls, the centre of our conversations is about the babies. You can just imagine the chin wagging on how to raise a child from the elders.
I for one hardly say on how to raise a child. I just want the child to see the ordinary and make it extraordinary.
This is Lucy. She’s now a grown up studying at UBC to become a lawyer. I don’t know if she remembers the simplicity in life. But I think she does. The other day, she sent us how fall is blooming in the grounds of the university reminding us that it’s time to visit and see the ordinary beauty of nature turning into extraordinary.
Can’t wait. This time bringing my other sister who wants to escape from intellectual conversation.
We have in a state of being anxious, happy and excited about something upcoming anticipating when someone is coming. We are thrilled and looking forward for the first time. … My nephew waited with great anticipation for Thanksgiving to arrive. Thanksgiving came 2 days ahead.
Her name is London. I will nickname her England.
Camels are easier to handle than horses.
First, be fully dressed. Bikini is forbidden.
I spend many times staring into space as much as I can whenever I can. It’s an important activity that disconnects me from the busyness of work during coffee and lunch breaks. It is a luxury to be able to do this when I have long list that requires attention.
As I was waiting for the bus sheltered by plexiglass during my early commute to work, I noticed the fog forming. I wrote: White Space.
It is a space in between prayers and thoughts creeping in. Hail Mary full of grace … prepare meeting agenda … the Lord is with you … must return phone call … Blessed are you amongst women … gosh I forgot to return the books … and blessed is the fruit of your womb …. buy kitty litters …. Jesus, help me focus praying.
It can be annoying that I cannot even complete a single prayer. Forcing myself to complete the Hail Mary is work so I stop praying and stared into space. I find that staring into space provides the stillness of thoughts and I become involved in a thoughtless prayer.
The pause between breaths: breath in, Hail Mary, pause, breath out, full of grace, pause … puts me in a meditative stance as if breathing is a prayer. This is nothing new, an old technique I learn to calm my thoughts and body. It is a necessary pauses that connects me to God.
W h i t e S p a c e
I still have my mother’s certificate dated 29th day of February 1972 presented to her by Our Lady of Perpetual Help Parish.
My siblings gave this to me when mother died mainly because my mom has a devotion to Our Lady of Perpetual Help and named me after Our Lady.
I really wouldn’t know what to do with this. I like the golden old fashion seal with a green ribbon.
The sign states: “No Trespassing, Private Property”. What a strange sign when there is a church in this land? How can I attend the church as a stranger in this property when it is situated in the middle of an Indian Reserve?
Took all my courage to trespass in a deserted street and I was cautious of my surrounding. I felt that there were eyes looking at me as I walked along the street and to my relief I saw a gray nun heading toward the church.
I felt much better when I was inside the church. The congregation was mostly Native Indians and elders. Much to my surprise, they were very hospitable to me. I felt at home. Soon, I became a regular every Sunday Mass at St Paul’s Church of North Vancouver for a short period.
Here I met Starr. She is kind to me and a little bit on a serious side. I told her that I was just passing through on my way to Thailand to do volunteer work. Starr confided that one day she would like to do an altruistic work. I said by the grace of God, it will happen, just keep praying about it. That was year 1998.
Before I left the church, there was an activity of hanging a star on a Charlie Brown Tree. Anyone can take part to hang a star and share what it means to her or him. Then Starr came to me and lead me to where the tree was. She pick up a star and hanged it.
She introduced me to the congregation that the star represents me as her “hero” because of what I embarked to do in Thailand. I was a surprised by her kindness.
When I came back home to Canada, Starr has obtained a home. Her plan is to help out destitute troubled women. The house will be a recovery home for addicted women. I helped her a bit on some legal papers. I provided her with boxes of books from my own collections of religious books for her house. As a present, I gave her a meditation book “God in All Things by Anthony de Mello”.
Then life got in a way.
I’ve lost in touched with Starr until one night in 2010,I was watching the evening news. The news was the Courage to Come Back Award presented by Coast Mental Health. They called a name that is so familiar to me, Starr Peardon, a recipient of the award.
Oh my goodness, I have to watch this, dropped everything and glued watching the television.
There is so little I know of Starr. As far as I’m concerned she’s a beautiful person and I never once asked her what her background is. Then I learnt her story from the news.
Starr was a drug addict, drug dealer and a criminal. She was in and out of jail and gave up her children to foster care. However, it was in the correctional facility where she had her conversion.
In an article written in The Province Newspaper, I quote:
It was while doing time at the old Burnaby Correctional Centre for Women that the jail’s chaplain, Hank Smidstra, prayed over her while she detox.
“This strange thing happened. It was like a warmth. Like God put his arms around me. I didn’t believe in God,” said Peardon. She woke up the next day and knelt on the concrete floor
“I prayed to a God I didn’t believe in. I swore and I cried and that same peace descended on me. That was my conversion experience,”
With her conversion experience, Starr was able to fulfill her dream. “Talitha Koum”, meaning “little girl, rise” is the house for “broken women”, a place of healing. Countless women have turned around their life with her help. It is going strong until now.
On March 31, 2012, we celebrated Starr’s retirement party. And she has all the reason to smile for being an instrument of God. And I have all the reason to smile outward and inward when I think of her.
God bless you, Starr Pedron. She found her truth. She reconciled.
Today, we are celebrating the vast Truth and Reconciliation with the Indian Affairs that happened in Canada.
Each evening from dawn till dusk, Science World lights up using 198 LED lights. This became an iconic Vancouver Lights.
When Vancouver was lightless, In 1942 Earle Birney wrote Vancouver Lights.
Through the feckless years we have come to the time
when to look on this quilt of lamps is a troubling delight
In daytime, Science World still is a delight to see.
of nothing pulsing down from beyond and between
the fragile planets We are a spark beleaguered
by darkness this twinkle we make in a corner of emptiness
The stage red lighting in this production has the intensity of passion and love. If I remember this Filipino folk dance correctly, it’s called Maria Clara. The dress is an elegant formal outfit for women with clean lines that symbolize the virtues and nobility of a Filipino woman while the men wear Barong Tagalog, a traditional Filipino embroidered long-sleeve shirt made of pineapple fibre. He’s holding a castanets known as clackers.
Don’t they look fabulous with the lights on?
On a personal level, I use up a lot of artificial lights. This is my Day Light lamp 10,000 Lux therapy lamp for the living room. The lights mimic natural light to help me get through my seasonal affective disorder. The only months that they are unused are the months of August and September. I have another lamp in the bedroom.
These lamps are used first thing in the morning to wake up my brain. They are my lifeline.
This can be
lethal to your health. Death due to cardiac delight.
Plea the Fifth Amendment. I refuse to answer for this might incriminate me. In Canada, we call it Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms, Self-Incrimination.
“Do you swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God.” And then I swore on the Bible. This was my experience as part of a Jury for 10 days. A priest once told me when he is called on to swear on the Bible he refuses because he has already taken the Oath when he decided to serve God and mankind. Of course, I forgot about this when I was asked. I placed my hand on the Bible, and I said:“I swear.”
It was quite an experience and an honour to serve Canada being selected as a Jury. It made me think that the future of this man lies on my hand should I decided against the other jurors. I was Number 8. Mind you, we were given a manual on pointers on how to become a jury and how to make a decision based on just law. No bias, no discrimination. The jurors came from all walks of life. One juror, in my opinion, was very fashionable. She made sure that she is well dressed for the public and for the Judge. This is not a criticism. It’s important that we are dressed properly. But once we deliberate behind closed doors, we have to divest ourselves. Not our clothing, but our just minds. We have to have an open mind without the probability of a doubt.
We did reach a verdict. NOT GUILTY. Whew. I was glad we came to a conclusion. What was the case, you asked? Joe vs. the People. Joe was accused of killing his brother. Just like in the Bible, Cane killed Abel. But Cane was guilty; Joe was not.
Back to swearing on the Bible to tell the whole truth; when I was a child, my Mother always reminded me to tell the truth. That is so plain and simple. Should you ask me WHY, the answer my friend is blowing in the wind. (click to play the song)
Tell the truth, try, you might like it. Nothing adversarial.
One Minute Meditation:
“Why is everyone here so happy except me?” “Because they have learned to see goodness and beauty everywhere,” said the Master. “Why don’t I see goodness and beauty everywhere?” “Because you cannot see outside of you what you fail to see inside.” || Anthony de Mello, SJ
Come on let’s get happy or angry, we may be able get what we want.
Since the word scot free is of Scandinavia origin, SKOT, meaning tax or payment, it reminded me of an angry child statue in Norway. Of all the statues in the park, created by Gustav Vigeland made Oslo famous in Norway. The artist agreed to donate all originals of previous and future artistic work to the city, as long as it would provide him with a place to live and work.
Quid pro quo.
The City of Vancouver provides this plaque with blue triangle as a decor of heritage places especially old house that are preserved by new tenants. It’s fascinating to see old homestead and bricks surrounded by modern homes.
Community gardens are also provided by the city for green space. You can plant what ever you want. When it comes to my humble abode, I like negative space. Hardly any decor at all.
Remember IKEA? (I Know Everything Already.) It’s the number one home decor store that is within your budget. The only thing is you have to assemble your furniture. I have no patience for reading adding instructions and deep six that idea. Needless to say, i have no IKEA stuff.
G.A. Miller sketched his self-portrait when he had a heart surgery, titled My Golden Colorado Days. Not only can he draw, he’s a singer as well. A good one I must. say.
GAM thank you for putting this all together for me. Much appreciated. Seeker.
To listen to the heart surgery blues song, please visit my post here.
Layla, my three year old grand niece, talks to herself all the time. Her imaginary friend, Snowflake, is there for her. She gathers her little dolls, steals her brother’s red convertible car, and she makes sure Mother Mary and Infant Jesus are included to go for a wild ride. For the grownups, we encourage her in this chimerical stage.
Today, I decided to get up when the alarm went off set for 8:30 am. Normally, I snoozed the alarm and return to sleep. That’s a good thing because my sister emailed me that she’s coming over after nine. The door is always open in my sanctuary.
There’s so much ideas to exchange with my brainiac sister to save the world. We ended discussing about her 71 year old friend who started talking to herself. It’s a bit worrisome when adults behave this way.
However, I want to stay with the first thought when I read the word fanciful:
If you’re feeling fancy free
Come wander through the world with me
And any place we chance to be
Will be a rendezvous
Koda-kan is a Filipino terminology we gave to Japanese tourist taking tons of pictures. It’s such a cliche in a fun way because when we Filipinos get together and wants our group photo, we say “Let’s go Koda-kan.”
Shūkabutsu is Japanese translation of bromide, an anime. I could never get tired watching Japanese anime. They are soothing more than boring.
Toph Beifon is my favourite blind bromide. She hates it when others think of her useless without sight. To use her line “Let’s see who is the blind one!” She’s a hero in the movie Avatar, the last air bender.
I used to believe in words.
When words fail me, scattered
in the figment of my imagination,
I watch it float blowing in the wind.
Let’s play a game with these shoes with laces.
Have you ever played a trick tangling the shoe lace with another shoe?
It was fun. The party starts here.
When you ran out of canvas, improvise and make use of a blank surface.
The house will be renovated.
The wall will be gutted.
On the final day, a party.
Go knock yourself out.
Twisted nose on human or twisted trunk on elephant.
The mood in BC with mandating Covid Passport.
It’s Monday. Again.
Reading memes, one-liner jokes and satire are tricky. There are a few abrasive ones that made me squirm. But satire won’t always make us comfortable, or even always make us laugh.
These two made me laugh and smile.
“Watching fully vaccinated people scared of unvaccinated people is today’s comedy show”
“Why call it a vaccine passport when you can just call it a covID”
“this page used to have funny memes. Now it’s just pushing vaccine propaganda and shaming the anti vaccers. It’s terrible. I can follow local news to hear this.”
“This page is quickly becoming political and basically Covid Only content.. we hear and see enough of this on the news, social media, etc. If you aren’t a professional, don’t speak on it like you are.”
“A lot of interesting comments indeed but I do miss the lighthearted/comedic commentary that this group generated. Shout out from Sweden 🇸🇪 ”
“Imagine using your very well known page to spout off on your personal agenda because you know better, even though it should be a personal choice.”
“Meanwhile in Canada again keep your own opinion out of this… ”
It used to bring a smile on my face unfortunately it became a site of hubris.
I made a comment on this post “Meanwhile in Canada About page is “Looking at the lighter side of life in Canada and Canadian politics. Hope you “like”. It! Satire (including comments). Nothing to like here.”
Thank you Meanwhile of Canada for deleting my comment and blocking me. Now I can only share a comment elsewhere. So, I’m sharing.
Our body is the best vehicle that will transport us to many places. Our feet is the wheel, while shoes are the tires. We need good tires to protect the wheels as much as good shoes to protect our feet.
For people who only see feet and shoes and not the sky, understand this:
“The whole universe is completely insane!”
I enjoy looking at shoes more than shoes. This converse high top shoe caught my eyes and would have been perfect as to what’s happening for the past two years. I did not buy the shoes because I was into high heels then.
Speaking of high heels, Stella knows what she wants if the shoe fits.
She feels sexy at her tender age what more when you are a woman. But, the red shoes created a stir when a movement of men wearing red shoes to walk a mile raising awareness in violence against women.
As for feeling sexy wearing stiletto, I resigned when i grew up at age 40.
Fun fact: Men were the first one who wore high heels as a symbol of supremacy and aristocratic status. Another reason is to protect their feet from the puddles and dirt.
Should you ever come to visit my place, be ready to be showered with affection by Lucy, my cat who has a fetish for feet and socks. By the time she’s finished with you, your feet is covered with slimy saliva, fur and dander. She is so sweet.
One foot missing? No problem. There’s always a solution. This cyclist did not deter him from doing what he loves. There is another person that has only one leg. He became a worldwide hero in raising awareness and funds to find a cure for cancer. He ran a marathon across Canada with just one leg and a prosthetic. He must have used thousands of running shoes in order to complete his goal. Recently, the foundation launched a video titled The Power of One. His name is Terry Fox.
Hot off the press, breaking news on August 15, 2021 at 11:57 am. Allow me to introduce a new born male feet, an addition to our growing family. His name is Bennett Logan Greirson.
I love feet. Why? Because …
Whenever there is a new born, we’ve been told not to kiss the baby. Not to touch the baby. What is allowed to touch is the feet. Face is still sensitive. Hands must be kept clean because babies tend to put them in their mouth. It would be awhile for the baby to discover his feet, therefore, it’s safe to worship his feet.
Fun fact: Do you know that solestry is known as foot reading most commonly practiced in India? Foot readers claim that they’re able to get a glimpse of a person’s character simply by taking a look at their foot.
Well, that is far fetched since our feet changes as we grow older, molded by our footwear, body weight and activities we do in life.
Just remember to thank your feet. Take good care of them for it will take you beyond. Relax, take off your shoes and socks, let your feet breath. Massage them while you are watching Netflix or just plain doing nothing as a couch potato.
Russian left many vehicles in Cuba and still being used. We used this convertible to get around.
It was a bumpy ride.
Only rusty old men can fix a rusty relic.
It’s Wedneday morning.
just another day in my train of thoughts.
There is a train there somewhere in the fog.
By the light, not the dark but the light
Of the silvery moon, not the sun but the moon
I wanna spoon, not croon, but spoon
To my honey, I’ll croon love’s tune
Honeymoon, honeymoon, honeymoon
Keep a-shinin’ in June
Your silvery beams will bring love’s dreams
We’ll be cuddlin’ soon
By the silvery moon
Hiraeth is often likened to nostalgia in English or saudade in Portuguese, and it shares qualities with the German concept of sehnsucht, but none quite match exactly. It combines elements of homesickness, nostalgia and longing. Interlaced, however, is the subtle acknowledgment of an irretrievable loss – a unique blend of place, time and people that can never be recreated. This unreachable nature adds an element of grief, but somehow it is not entirely unwelcome. – BBC Travel
On the far side, a true story of my travel in Ireland.
“I can see whales” says my traveling buddy.
” Yes, i can see Wales from here. Can we make a trip while it’s just accross the sea?
I’ll always cherish and get a good laugh that day we spent together, walking along Aran Island, looking at tide pools, rocks, whales and Wales.
When people asked me if I’m busy at work, I proudly say, of course, I have so many paper clips to rearrange by size to colour.
Ever heard the old adage “if you can’t explain it simply, you don’t understand it well enough?” Paperclip Law
The many uses of paper clips.
Oh!.? I’m not hanging in there.
Moot points. Let the debate begin. I have all day.
RESPONSES TO THE QUESTION, “WHY DIDN’T YOU EVER HAVE KIDS?”
“Diapers are an environmental disaster (and also, yuck).”
“I enjoy my carefree lifestyle of two jobs, an elderly mother whose crises necessitate expensive bi-weekly trips out of state and a diabetic cat that needs insulin shots twice a day.”
“It was so great to catch up with you after all these years, really, but would you look at the time?”
“According to their profiles, all the sperm donors available were Rhodes Scholar finalists for both the Fields Medal and the Man Booker Prize who’d at least bronzed in the Olympics, and I really just wanted a regular kid.”
“That’s kind of a personal question, isn’t it?”
“I hate getting up before 9 am (mainly because I am sometimes up until then finishing freelance work).”
“I considered it, but I couldn’t afford a nanny, a dangerously ill-trained au pair or even a teenager who might work for $5 an hour and access to my unlocked liquor cabinet.” (That mid-shelf bourbon is fucking expensive.)
“My mother had it rough with my grandmother. I had it rough with my mother. My cat seems to think I’m pretty fucking awesome.”
“Do you ask childless middle-aged men this question?”
“As a matter of principle, I’m opposed to minivans.”
“Yes, I realize I’ve missed out on an integral part of the female experience. But the one week a month I spend writhing on the bathroom floor and bleeding through every goddamn overpriced tampon in the box helps remind me that I am, and always shall be, one with the sisterhood.”
“Why didn’t you ever have a cat?”
“Watch an episode of Better Things and then let me know if you still have any questions.”
“That’s really none of your business, is it?”
“Maybe I’m infertile! Maybe I had a miscarriage! Maybe I never met the right partner! Maybe I thought the prospect of having a child alone only made sense for women with a trust fund and the patience of Gandhi!”
“Maybe I wanted to break a dysfunctional family pattern and the only way I could figure out how to do it was to not have kids.”
“Maybe it’s none of your fucking business.”
“You’re right, I will have regrets when I’m in menopause! I regret staying in my dorm to study that night in 1984 when R.E.M. played The Rat. Beyond that, I’m good.”
“Yes, I realize there will be no one to take care of me in my old age. No one I can demand to hop on a plane to change my burned out lightbulbs and clip my toenails, no one who will spend hours scrubbing my kitchen — cleaning out the moldy cheeses and rancid mystery meats from the fridge, handwashing all the dishes because the dishwasher is broken and I’m too cheap to get it fixed — and who I will then berate because I would have preferred said adult child (almost certainly a daughter) use a different kind of cleaning solution, one that I refuse to believe has not been on the market since 1992. I’m good with paying strangers to put up with this kind of shit, thanks.”
“MAYBE IT’S NONE OF YOUR MOTHERFUCKING BUSINESS.”
“Yeah, probably I’m just selfish.”
Where is my scent?
I know I rubbed my myself on this carpet.
I hate it when my human vacuumed!
Now I have to leave tracks all over again.
Don’t even try to question a cat.
Filter is a selfie to make you look better.
Enjoy your day.
Keeping Lucy and Grace from over-heating.
Cold wet towel
Buckets of water
Four fans going
Can’t wait for the heat wave to be over.
“I don’t know where I’m going from here, but I promise it won’t be boring.” David Bowie
When was the last time you accepted a hug or given one?
Lazy as a dumbbell.
It’s a celebration!
For all those resilient folks returning to your old self that was your normal before becoming totally absorb having your cake and eat it, too, it’s time to celebrate life!
It has been more than 100 days since Covid became part of our daily vocabulary. We learned how to protect ourselves and others living in a bubble.
The old word bubble is back in style again.
How do you maintain your bubble? What old ways did you bring back to life to return to your old normal?
As for me, Covid or no Covid, I am normal as I can be until others changed their idea of what they think of me. Simple.
“I am too insane to explain it to you, and you are too normal to understand.”
Concerning my illness, it makes me feel needy and weak. It affects my mental, physical, emotional and sexual part of me. For two years now, I am consumed with bringing normalcy in my life.
Please, I beg you …. bring normalcy to your life…. and this is where I want to be there for you.
As the mind thinks logic, the heart breaths mercy.
I have written about the c-word here. Some commented on what it means to them.
The ‘C’ word is synonymous with another ‘C’ word, I believe…and it’s a Catalyst for change….. personally and collectively. In the long run, humanity as a whole may evolve to a higher level of consciousness, I opine. But Change can also be Crippling if one is unable to adapt.
Catalyst. Change. Collectively. Consciousness.Crippling. Profound c words from the passion for truths.
For me, there is one c-word that controls my whole being for it has been known by many other people before me how their life changed amidst suffering.
Quora asked this question and what it means?
” I am the way, the truth, and the light, nobody can come to my Father except through me” in John 14:6
“ricercare et trovatà,” one answered.
Search and you will find.
Stay on the yellow line, please, I said to the fellow behind me standing so close to me. https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/03/24/rdp-tuesday-delicate/
As I was writing this post, a bee entered into my sanctuary. All the buzzing and the cats chasing it, I said to the bee “hang on” and let me finish what I’m doing. Nope. With all the commotion going … Continue reading
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Just finished bathing my self https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/03/17/tuesday-rdp-clean/
This pansies help me get through life. As if it’s the death of it to being resurrected. https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/02/24/rdp-monday-resilience/n
Moving on … Source: Facebook
It is better to light just one little candle,
Than to stumble in the dark!
Better far that you light just one little candle,
All you need is a tiny spark
Daffy Duck’s best friend https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/01/15/rdp-wednesday-daffy/
Knotty problems or is it the way it is! Let me count the ways … Otis is using the raspberry container as his litter box. Computer is in the clinic. Trying my best to post using iPad and iPhone … Continue reading