The Return to Innocence, Poopy Cramps, And Other Stuff
Originally my plan had been to have her fixed this fall with my bonus money. Well, no job, no bonus money, no fix. So, off into that growing pile, like all the rest of it, like my no good rotten horrible teeth. No idea how this will all work this year mom, my teeth, her, and all. So lil Ms Pika-lou-lou started her first heat … Continue reading The Return to Innocence, Poopy Cramps, And Other Stuff
Hell Hath No Fury Like A Karen Told To Wear A Freakin’ Mask
Questioning our sanity, on days that end in Y, has become a habit many I guess now engage in, testing the waters, reading the news, trends on Twitter, and shake our head and sigh. I escape, go to my sanctuary, my shelter from the plague outside my door, of the virus kind, and the hatred and stressed out about to snap at any minute kind. … Continue reading Hell Hath No Fury Like A Karen Told To Wear A Freakin’ Mask
Whilst Waiting For T-Stain And The Sycophants And Their Evil Plot To Destroy Me
Lately I’ve found myself just scrolling, scrolling, scrolling, reading, processing, ignoring, walking, eating, drinking tea, smoking my cylinders of sin on the stoop in the garden, not having one single clue, what to do, either next, or never, or while I wait, or if I should wait, or what to woo. What to do? Teeth on hold, life on hold, everything uncertain, and my mind … Continue reading Whilst Waiting For T-Stain And The Sycophants And Their Evil Plot To Destroy Me
A Descendant Of Slaveholders Speaks Her Truth
Bigotry, xenophobia, racism, prejudices that maintain our ingrained subjugation of some, for the maintenance of white privilege. I can not very well stand in judgment, as I am well aware of the quiet systemic racism, alive and viciously defended even here in my O’Canada, as my twitter feed of late has clarified. From a certain angle, I see bigotry woven like threads through the fabric … Continue reading A Descendant Of Slaveholders Speaks Her Truth
And So I Write To You, Because He Called For His Mom As He Begged For His Life
I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to properly articulate the scope of the emotions I’ve felt the last couple weeks. Of anger so visceral I have clenched my horrific teeth so much I may just lose them all by the time the Dentistry Department actually calls back with my appointment. And, I have cried tears, some from rage, watching heartbreaking scenes of cruelty. … Continue reading And So I Write To You, Because He Called For His Mom As He Begged For His Life
and i have only words
there is a plague spewing hateinto our eyesholding aloftblasphemytries to denythat black lives matterand i watch it all unfoldon secular groundbeyond a goda worda man nor womanan ideologyperhaps, a new philosophymarching in the streetsagainst their hypocrisythey singLean On Meas dusk descendson that once mighty hilldefending their democracyinside this inequalityburrows all our fatewe pray it is not too latemy eyes tear stained at the sightwe watch … Continue reading and i have only words
Looks Like The 2020s Are Gonna Make The 60s Look Like The 50s
Hey mom, up again at this ungodly hour, second day in a row. I don’t know, 2AM rolls around and for some unknown reason my body wakes me up, and I stumble to the kitchen to check the time, after a pee, with wee Pika streaming along behind, tripping over her as I turn back to decide… do I wake or do I try? Well, … Continue reading Looks Like The 2020s Are Gonna Make The 60s Look Like The 50s
Nurturing Good Doggy Manners With A Taoist Flow
Well, so, it was hot and humid, and Pika and I spent most of the day outdoors. I was thirsty, so figured she was too, and went in earlier and filled up a water dish for her, and glass of water for myself. Set out the dish in a shady spot. As the sun moved along my in between garden path, I refilled from the … Continue reading Nurturing Good Doggy Manners With A Taoist Flow
The Wee Wanker Learns To Bark, UGH, At Everything
You know, one thing lil Pika and I will probably never agree on… is the perfect temperature. As she sits next to me here in my chair shivering away, and so I put her blankie on her, and still her wee body trembles. I have learned since she came into my life, that Chihuahuas shiver when they’re cold, when they’re anxious, when they’re excited, when … Continue reading The Wee Wanker Learns To Bark, UGH, At Everything
The Joyful Abandon Of Puppies On Grass
Think I just discovered a new favourite place. I have biked through on the main path, and a few years ago Irish and I explored by the river, and poked around. But I guess I just had forgotten how beautiful this little back woods spot was. It’s a good park for physical distancing. Beside the asphalt path there are wide swaths of longish grass, and … Continue reading The Joyful Abandon Of Puppies On Grass
Can We Just Make Dystopian Hellscapes Fiction Again?
Dentistry Department at the University finally called, and my appointment was cancelled, as expected, they are still closed, non-essential. It was just for the consultation, but it was a step forward. Finally, I think it has all fallen into place, and 2020 walks in, says… not so fast… you’re on a time out for some indefinite period and left with your crappy teeth. Oh, good … Continue reading Can We Just Make Dystopian Hellscapes Fiction Again?
i love
i love… earth under my fingernailsi love… shades of green on a spring dayi love… a fresh page in a 3-ring notebooki love… song of cardinals welcoming the dawni love… a bowl of tomato soup with lots of crackersi love… magic that hides in the shadows made by the lighti love… sunshine on my face after the dark days of winteri love… watching a puppy … Continue reading i love
And So We Go On A Weekly Wear Out The Pop-Goes-The-Weasel Walk To Euston
Unfollowing we will go, unfollowing we will go, heigh ho, bye bye get lost, Unfollowing we will go. I know this stuff wasn’t around when you were alive… never-the-less… just imagine if could curate the news, get rid of the things you didn’t want to see, add things you do, simply and instantly. That is sort of, kind of social media in a nutshell. Basically, … Continue reading And So We Go On A Weekly Wear Out The Pop-Goes-The-Weasel Walk To Euston
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