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We’re not satisfied with the status quo today, so we may stir up a bit of mischief as the assertive Aries Moon connects with flirtatious Venus and jovial Jupiter. However, we might be too quick to go out on a limb before we test its strength. Meanwhile, we’re willing to fight for our freedom of choice while Venus in whimsical Gemini dances with sexy Mars and potent Pluto. Exercising a touch of self-restraint prevents trouble down the road.

People may seem overly assertive today, prompting you to question everyone’s motives. However, their behavior might turn passive-aggressive, denying that they expect anything from you. Although you can see through their claims of innocence, you really don’t want to confront anyone further and end up in a protracted confrontation. Take a few steps back now and reestablish your emotional boundaries. Author Mandy Hale wrote, “Pick your battles. You don’t have to show up to every argument you’re invited to.”


Today started off at midnight when Peter woke me up to take my pills and talk to Mom. I took my pills before Peter retrieved my phone for me in bed. I began talking to Mom. We actually talked for over an hour while she did most of the talking. Mom knows where most of the relatives are buried and includes where she will also go. I am not that lucky, I suppose.

I frequently get UTI’s which doesn’t help much. The antibiotic is something I am starting to get reactions to. For now, I sleep a lot and feel doped up and sickly. I am allergic to a whole lot of things but I still take fifteen prescriptions daily. Most of it is for pain which without them I would be in a catatonic state deeper than sleeping. Believe I take my prescriptions religiously because I want to live a reasonable life. I do have to quit smoking.

Peter's daughter Jan, and her family of husband Mahvin, daughter, Victoria, daughter Jessie, and son John, all came to Ottawa three days ago. They toured around Ottawa and visited with us twice. On Friday afternoon at 4:00 pm, they left in their van to go back to Toronto. We don't see them often enough but we do have a great time together. Peter is happy that we have such a great connection to them all.

I am glad I an writing this out because I wouldn’t be able to explain it all as clearly as what I am doing with writing. I can’t keep my thoughts from wandering because of AS, ADD, PTSD, and so many memories to remember. I have had a busy life and that is all for the good to think about. Despite my troubles, I have a good life that anyone would enjoy, especially me.

I slept off and on through the morning. Peter slept right through until noon. We were sleepy when we woke up but we were willing to go and do something. It was a matter of doing things around home before we could go anywhere. So, what with all of the little things being taken care of and fresh coffee made, it was soon time for us to go.

We didn’t really have a plan when we left home. I was only of a mind to go to the Ottawa River. How we got there and where we went from there was not a concern to Peter or me. We actually had been going out almost every day and this was just another day with no appointments in it and we feeling well enough to do something.

We started off heading for the Rideau Canal. We followed the Rideau Canal to Dows Lake and turned north at the rail line. The rail line took us past the last train station and on to the Ottawa River only a little further. Our hikes had allowed us to cover most of the Ottawa area so we wanted to do something different. We turned left at the river and headed west. We went as far as the Hoodoos where an artist piles rocks all summer long to make little statues and markers of an artistic sort.

The Hoodoos became famous over the years as the artist practiced every summer. The winter ice would wash away the creations and a fresh batch of Hoodoos would be made the following summer. After a few years, the artist applied for a grant to do his creations and get paid for it more than just donations to support himself. This year was particularly wet, so the river was higher than normal for decades. We came along and the whole area of the Hoodoos had a flooded beach.

It was disappointing to see the flooded beach. We didn’t want to go further west because those areas were also under flood conditions. So, we turned around and headed back the way we came. We still had a great day that had included a little adventure. We were out in the sun on a summer day and we had great tans to show it.


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I am sorry we haven't connected lately and I have been very sick. I am on antibiotics for ten days to quell an Urinary Tract Infection and a very painful right side of my abdomen. Hopefully it will fix things for me. Meanwhile I am sleeping a lot. I am reacting to the antibiotics in a bad way so sleeping is keeping me on them and still out of the hospital.

Would you be able to tell me where Chris is buried so that we might visit. Peter is legally blind so he uses GPS and his experiences of living in Toronto to get around. Would you be able to get a Google Earth marker for him? For that matter, would you make one for yourself for when we make it to Toronto. It would make things so much easier in navigating. We would want to visit with you too.

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We need to assimilate a weird mixture of energy today as relationship issues stew in the cosmic pressure cooker. However, the Moon escapes into intellectual Aquarius at 1:34 am EDT, reducing the emotional tension. Nevertheless, the willful Sun is engaged in a tug-of-war with transformational Pluto, triggering unpleasant competition to establish control. We are caught in the middle of powerful interpersonal dynamics that impact everyone involved.

Everyone expects you to deliver on your recent promises and you can't afford to drop the ball before fulfilling your commitments. No doubt, there is plenty of hard work in front of you, and you are uncharacteristically compulsive about handling your responsibilities today. Nevertheless, don't allow anything to pull you so far off course that you lose track of what you initially set out to do. Getting started while the cosmic forces are with you empowers you to accomplish superhero acts.

I went to sleep at 2:00 am and woke up at 6:00 am. The four hours of sleep were not enough apparently because I went to my desk and soon fell asleep again. I woke up at 9:30 am after the DVD movie called Snow White had played completely. It was not much to show for myself being out of my bed for so long. I need to quit the habit of sleeping at my desk because Peter thinks of it as not wanting to sleep with him.

There are reasons why I wake up and leave the bed. One of the reasons is that I don’t have enough medication for pain. Another thing is that my medication for pain needs to be changed somehow more than the third of what I should be taking. I went to a pain clinic in the first place for the medication I do have but now pain clinics are for only cancer patients. That means I can’t go to a pain clinic.

The second reason I wake up and leave the bed is that we have an invasion of bed bugs. The little insects cause me to have a painful reaction. I think I am allergic to their bites or to something that accompanies them. It isn’t possible for a bed bug to crawl on my skin without notice. Even the littlest of them causes me a painful reaction to their presence. The bed bug infestation goes on from one place to another despite our best efforts so far.

Every day and especially nights, I keep catching bed bugs either on the carpet or on myself. My feet have many little wounds from the ones that try to suck up my blood. Because I am on blood thinners, the bed bugs swell up until they can hardly crawl away. It is easy for me to catch the slow swollen bed bugs that overfill on my thinned blood.

I haven’t been able to count the number of bed bugs I have caught. Most of them have been put into the toilet and flushed. If I use a piece of toilet paper to catch bed bugs and put them into the toilet, I call that ‘white water rafting.’ It makes both Jessica and Peter laugh when I explain that to them.

Jessica has taken to steaming the couch with a steamer that works very well. The steam drives the bed bugs from deeply hidden places to the front of the couch. The intent to clear the couch of bed bugs has become more realistic with the use of steam. The steam machine had cost merely sixty dollars or so. It was well worth the price and cleans almost everything, including couches.

The expedition of the day started off at about 8:30 pm. We had readied ourselves and started off on our electric wheelchairs for the mall across the street. Peter had to go to the bank and the Independent grocery store. I waited outside the mall entrance while Peter busied himself inside. I read on my phone until Peter joined me outside the mall.

Peter and I rolled on to the Pet shop at the west end of the mall. There were two kittens left in the show window. Inside the Pet store were a number of birds, fish, and puppies being offered to the public. While interesting to view none of it was interesting enough to us to buy, Our next stop was the Walmart store. We shopped in there until just before they closed the doors to the mall at 9:00 pm.

Peter and I went outside the mall to where we could see an amazing display of colours brought on by the setting sun. A storm of clouds to the north provided the backdrop for changing colours of sunset. It was so beautiful a display of nature. We sat on our electric wheelchairs for a time before we left to head for home.

At home I settled down at my desk while Peter put things away and started supper. An hour later we had our supper of burgers with fresh tomatoes. It was a delicious meal. It was so filling that I couldn’t finish eating my burger. My leftovers were put into the microwave oven for later. More often than not Peter would eat the leftovers.
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Our ambitions only carry us so far today, and an awkward Mars-Saturn connection indicates we don’t know our limits. Although we’re eager to take charge, the serious Capricorn Full Moon at 12:06 am EDT cautions us to move slowly in our quest for power. The Full Moon joins potent Pluto, intensifying our motivations. The lunar opposition to the willful Sun and insistent Mars, followed by a square to unpredictable Uranus, encourages us to run amok.

You might be at a point in your life where you could benefit from setting some time aside to reevaluate your career. However, don’t fall into the trap of focusing only on what earns you money or power. The goal-oriented Capricorn Full Moon recharges your 4th House of Foundations, reminding you not to overlook your emotional needs. Your home and family are integral parts of the equation. Activist A.J. Muste wrote, “There is no way to peace; peace is the way.”

I have had four hours of sleep, which for me is more than enough. Still, it is far from what I need to keep my feet from swelling more than what it takes to fit into my shoes. There are other things about my health that I have to take care of more than my feet. Like my desktop, my body is full of infection enough to affect my left eye. It is blurred and red as if with Pink Eye, but a cortisone drop eases the pain. Two weeks of Predisolone drops finally brought my vision back to a more reasonable state.

The infection resulting from my disease of AS has affected me in so many ways. I feel devoid of energy as if bereft of the will to do anything. Yesterday I accomplished fixing a little battery powered Wahl shaver. I had taken it apart to see what was wrong with it. It took a month or so to get it back together in working order. I had taken that long to think of how it had to be assembled so that it functioned once more. I consider that the accomplishment of the day.

Another accomplishment of the day was to finish writing the blog of four days previous. It was a matter of composing and texting the complete summary of the day. It didn’t mention the many other days accomplishments which should have also been texted in full with attending descriptive wording. How time consuming it is to sit watching movies while the pages fill with verbiage. It defies explanation completely when the mere presentation is an appropriate and completely descriptive summary of the past.

There are so many products of civilization that are merely refuse to be flushed into storage only to be forgotten like the cities of long ago. Does it matter? Yes, if you consider how, when, and where you choose to live. No, as if you consider the sum of everything might possibly defer the conclusion of genetics and inevitability of evolutionary patterns. So, in conclusion, does it matter?

I took four days to fill out a daily blog because it seemed to matter. All the while, completed activities and energetic accomplishments took priority to fill out the complete sum of another day as lived by two disabled and sickly seniors such as ourselves. And, to top it all off, I, with an obvious lacking of energy, or even inspiration, could hardly manage to create a drop of creativity in the pure sense of the word, and summarily accomplish anything. Right.
The day lies ahead of me while I dutifully text out the final draft of the summary concerning a single day merely four days ago. Does it really matter that I fill out the sum of the singular day in full descriptive verse and continuity? I could just as well fill out the singular summary of a day’s work on something that takes more than a month to build. It takes almost just as much time to build as it does to text the directions to follow. Wait a minute. There are no directions to follow but instead there are pictures of what it should look like without betraying the internal technologies. Ah, how to make a rocket look like a warp driven starship, eh?

There are infinite energy technologies that can be used to power the most simple of droids, drones, machines, and such inventive devices. That leads to the question of the differences between divas and droids. Does structure make a difference?

Apparently to current conventional concepts, it does. But, not true in any sense. Part and parcel building by either evolutionary or bionic mechanical constructs doesn’t bear relevance to the state of intellect. I can only point to the means by which I text on StupidThree as an example of something much smarter than myself.

Now, today starts off with getting dressed and heading off to Landsdown Park where we will shop in the Farmer’s Market. High humidity at twenty one degrees Celsius means we will suck breath in a cloud of dusty smog and exhalations of the crowd around us. At least the scudding clouds are burning off slowly to reveal a sort of summery day. It has been so cold and wet of late that it was hard to believe that it was supposed to be summer.

Well, it is actually summer and the days punctuated by heat storms and flash floods are all part of the season. While the weather advances as it does, my activities are not so inevitable. I have a terrible time trying to concentrate and pick activities that I can manage with the little bit of energy I do have. I can fall asleep at the tipping of a hat. Even if I don’t have a hat, I can fall asleep as easily as putting on my headset. I just seem to go click before I am waking up several hours later. Why is that?

The afternoon storm passed by quickly enough. We did make it home before the rain began. It was then I decided to take a bath. I turned on the hot tap after pushing the plug into place over the screened drain. It invariably takes half an hour to fill the tub enough with hot water before adding soap and the cold water. Another five or ten minutes of running cold water is needed to get the temperature down to a bearable temperature.

Filling the tub with water is one thing. While waiting, I take to combing the cat nearest me. Mostly it is Twister because I have to give her 0.5 CC Prednisolone by an eye dropper. Then the dozen or so Temptations treats of a reward made the experience of getting medicine all the more worth while. Dory was more of a free spirit and not as often prompted to come to me in the bathroom. I have tried to make a habit of ‘bath’ as including the two cats individually for my attentions of cleaning and combing along with other fussing and treats. When I have done with grooming the two cats, I then measure the temperature of the water in the tub with an oven temperature probe. At 110’ F, or even up to 113’ F, I ease myself into the hot water. The bath begins.

A hot bath is mostly to ease my rigidly stiff muscles enough to let me bend and stretch. I can’t exercise my body but I can keep it in working condition by various means. A simple Dr. Ho device can do what I need for stimulation. And, my mind behind the body is still sharp and young in heart. Or, so it seems to me. The main thing is that I do have abilities that I now have to force into working for me as I need them.

Squirrel! Squirrel! My mind does one thing while another part is shouting out “Squirrel!” You know the drill. Multitasking is what I have to manage at all times. Then, I step out onto the balcony or gallerie for a smoke. I am trying to quit, but that only makes matters worse. My coughing symptom is from swallowing any liquid. The liquid goes down my throat and into both my esophagus and my lungs. I cough until all of the liquid is expelled. Rarely do I cough while smoking. Meanwhile, everyone is telling me to quit smoking when it is something I have done for fifty seven plus years and it still comforts me.

I can spend all of my waking time at texting and still not do enough. I have a year’s worth of model building and repairing sitting in wait for my attention. I have to include my hobbies of sketching and writing which are also very intense and time consuming activities. I just can’t manage my time effectively enough to do everything in a day. It is just a matter of going from one thing to another and still not really accomplishing what I need to do to feel like I have done something. Eh?





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Healthy Sleep Habits

Go to bed and wake up at the same times every day, even on weekends. If you get 5 hours of sleep a night during the week and 10 on the weekend your body will be confused. Try to get 7-8 hours of sleep every night. (You may need more, or less; what is right for you is the amount that leaves you refreshed and alert when you wake.)
If you nap during the day, nap early in the afternoon and for only 20-30 minutes. Longer naps can make you feel groggy and napping late in the afternoon can make it difficult to fall asleep at night.
Get regular exercise. This helps you sleep soundly, but do not exercise within four hours of bedtime.
Limit your intake of caffeinated drinks (coffee, soft drinks, tea) to 1-2 cups during the day and cut it out completely in the evening.
Stop smoking, or try not to smoke in the evening. Both caffeine and nicotine are stimulants.
Do not drink alcohol before bed. It can lead to wakefulness throughout the night.
Create a restful atmosphere in your bedroom. Make it as dark and quiet as you like it. Use your bed for sleeping and sexual activity and leave paperwork, TV watching, eating, etc. to other areas. Turn the clock away from your face. Bodies prefer to be cool while sleeping, so bedroom temperature should be around 18°C.
Create nightly rituals that tell your body and mind that it's time to go to sleep. Put the dog out, bathe, read, listen to relaxing music, lay out your clothes for tomorrow–whatever you choose, try to be consistent.
Try a relaxation exercise in bed. Slowly, tense and relax the different muscle groups from your head to toes, one by one, while breathing deeply and slowly. Concentrating on this can make it easier to let go of worries and fall asleep.
If you can't fall asleep and don't feel drowsy, get out of bed and do a calming activity. Return to bed when you feel sleepy.


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Our thoughts extend beyond the horizon once the Moon soars into inspirational Sagittarius at 1:07 am EDT. We can't contain our big ideas with both expansive Jupiter and other-dimensional Neptune in the picture. Our imaginations run wild while the Sun trines Neptune. The Sun's square to Jupiter overrides our ability to know when we reach the limit. Meanwhile, we proudly share what's on our minds as chatty Mercury boldly enters dramatic Leo.

An approaching deadline might have you fretting today, whether it's your own wish to finish a project or a target imposed by external circumstances. Whatever the cause, you must concentrate your efforts to stay on track by applying your talents to the tasks right in front of you. There's no payoff to worrying about the distant future now; concentrating on the present moment gives you a better return on your investment. Martin Luther wrote, "How soon 'not now' becomes 'never'."

Sleep began for us at about 5:00 am and continued through until noon. It was enough sleep to rest our weary bones after a night of browsing on the Internet. I confess to falling asleep at the switch frequently while Peter just worked away on his own computer without falling asleep at the switch. Anyways we both snore with equal base rumbling volumes.

It was a simple plan we had for the day. We boarded the #6 bus headed north on Bank Street. Somerset Street was our stop that we disembarked by rolling down the hydrolic ramp. We crossed the street and headed west on the north side of Somerset Street. The bumpy street sidewalks were up to their neglected standard and did much to wake me up from my hot afternoon daze.

Our first stop on Somerset street was at the Kow Loon grocery store in the center of Chinatown. Peter went in alone and came out later with a medium sized paper bag full of ten pork buns. We snacked on one pork bun each as soon as we settled ourselves at the south west corner of Somerset Street and Arthur Street. It was pleasant to sit quietly while feasting on those still warm fresh pork buns.

We continued on west after we ate our pork buns. Somerset Street sidewalks were not all that smooth. We bumped along until we arrived at Parkdale Fruit Market. It was Peter’s idea to shop for fresh fruit and I had the sudden brilliant inspiration to look through the flowers for something as a gift to give Rachel. I saw a little pot of violets that had such a brilliantly dark purple petals marked with brilliant yellow and blue colours. That would be a perfect gift to give to Rachel.

Peter bought a large basket of strawberries while I added the little pot of violets. I elected to carry with my right hand the little pot of violets in a white plastic bag. It wasn’t heavy and most of the weight rested upon my thigh. So laden, Peter and I set off on our electric wheelchairs in the south direction to the Civic Hospital. It was such a wonderful afternoon and we made good time on our pleasant tramp through the suburbs to the hospital.

Our visit with Rachel was actually very cheery. Rachel was in need of cheering up and we were the ones on hand to do just that. So, within ten minutes I began to feel very chilly and tired. It was more than what I could manage to stay aware with my eyes open. I could begin to hear myself purr in a rhythmic snoring. I slept for the hour and a half that we visited with Rachel. Rachel and Peter had a fine chat uninterrupted by my snoring until I woke up.

Our chat with Rachel ended amicably enough before we left by the eastern entrance to the hospital. As soon as we reached the public sidewalk, I lit a cigarette. Then we began to decide what we should do next. Peter suggested that we might go see Nicole and Bill who lived not far away from where we were. It had been a while since we last saw our dear friends.

Nicole and Bill were sitting on their front lawn when we arrived at their rented house. We were warmly greeted and hugged by both who took their turn at us. It was a happy time for all of us as we conversed about all kinds of topics. A year of past events and friends activities were highlighted with our joyfully light bantering back and forth.

It was also a time of our summaries regarding our health and welfare. It seemed that Bill who had a stroke, along with Peter and I with our COPD, shared similar troubles. Nicole with her nurse’s experiences was able to take professional care of Bill, while Peter and I were able to take care of each other.

An hour and a half passed very quickly for us sitting on lawn chairs on the green grass of the front lawn. I had seated myself on a lawn swing aligned with a newly laid sidewalk connecting with the main walk to the steps of the front door. The front of the lawn was enhanced with two little fenced flower beds along the line of tall trees. It was actually a nicely laid out lawn that Nicole and Bill were very proud of having constructed.

At some point our conversation lagged enough to squeeze in our goodbyes for a departure. We rolled away with a hearty sendoff of, “Watch out for road rage of crazy drivers on the streets!” We knew all about the possible road rage that could be encountered as we were guilty of such behaviors. Even on the little electric wheelchairs, I could be found guilty of silent thoughts. It is a good thing that we can think without voicing our thoughts.

Peter and I were intent on crossing the Experimental Farms, a huge acreage to the south of downtown Ottawa. There were roads and paths that allowed access to all parts of the Experimental Farms and the many buildings on it. We started across on a cycle path leading in a southeasterly direction. The path led to a road running east to the Heartwell Locks of the Rideau Canal system. In a short time we were at the locks and changing our direction to follow the Rideau Canal.

The Rideau Canal, first opened in 1832, runs parallel to the Rideau River although roughly a half mile to the north. The canal is hardly wide enough to fit two barges side by side and only deep enough for a river paddlewheeler. The canal is seasonally filled with slow moving muddy water that has to be dredged and frequently cleared of weeds. A barge is fitted with two five foot wide paddlewheels to entangle, pull, and pick up the weeds until the barge is full. The Harvester gathered weeds are disposed of by composting. There were many boats tied up to the dock of Heartwell Lock. The oddity of the orange painted weed harvester barge was one of them.

Peter and I could not cross the Rideau Canal on the walkway at the top of the gates of the locks. Steps led up to the walkway that our electric wheelchairs could not climb. So, we had to follow the cyclepath leading around Dows Lake, the backup water reservoir for the stretch of the Rideau Canal leading to the locks at the Ottawa River.

It’s a beautifully scenic walk along any stretch of the Rideau Canal. We were looking to follow the Rideau Canal to Dows Lake and around it to where the Rideau Canal picks up again. It doesn’t take long to cover the distance we had travelled on our electric wheelchairs. The weather and the time of day have to be taken into consideration. Our electric wheelchairs could stand up to rain or snow with little preparation. The time of day is a concern only because the lack of illumination can lead to a few undesirable accidents or situations.

We followed along the Rideau Canal only until it reached Bank Street. We crossed south on Bank Street bridge. We rolled along on our six wheelers until we reached the corner where we turned to go to our front door. The entire trip of ours had lasted over five hours to cover the distance of our wandering. It was a rough trip owing to the bumps and cracks of sidewalks and cycle paths. There are ways to make the trip smooth but none are within our momentary


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Minor problems surface as we explore hidden aspects of love. On a practical level, we can't deny that we're intrigued by the unknown. However, our persistence is rewarded while magnetic Venus harmoniously trines shadowy Pluto, facilitating intense emotional interactions. But the reserved Cancer Moon is more comfortable when we feel more and share less. Nevertheless, we're driven to push past our fears and discover the magic of the dark.

You're drawn into a complicated melodrama that raises a familiar issue. It's difficult to maintain emotional distance when feelings intensify today. You can become consumed by a friend's crisis because you're willing to offer a sympathetic ear and a strong shoulder. The current circumstances might remind you of another power struggle when you were not in control, but don't let these memories shut you down prematurely. You have a significant role to play in someone's life now; be there for the people who matter.

It was 10:30 am when I woke up after having gone to sleep at about 3:45 am. I feel somewhat disconnected and fuzzy about my sense of reality. I had a smoke and took my morning pills. Now to wait until those little pill wonders take effect and eliminate my pain level enough to think clearly. I hate having to wait until pill effect comes about.

I started up StupidThree and began the work of starting my blog material. It is a flat wonder of looking at the latest news until the Tarot network connects. A few moments of world news is about all I can stand at the moment. It’s not that I give two hoots about world news, but that I am so shakey with my fingers and thoughts. Shake! Shake! Shake your booty!

We live at an elevated level of about a hundred feet above ground in a small valley caused by the Rideau River. A major traffic artery flows past near by on that level ground by the river. The sound of traffic flowing is diminished by a wave of media sounds blasting from the distant Landsdown complex carried over to us by the light morning breeze brushing the forest surrounding the little Sawmill Creek burbling below us with that waterwheel turning the creek bottom with a century old splashing pulse. The mix of sound levels can be so soothing to relax to while sitting on the balcony repulse beside the technology networked abode we inhabit at the south center district of downtown metropolis of Ottawa city boasting a million strong population. We do what we do.

Peter is still sleeping while the alarm radio plays a local radio station in the main bedroom at the back of the two bedroom apartment. I, in my kimono, sit in a silent gloom while pondering my list of half a dozen partially finished blogs list loaded in my wordprocessor program. StupidThree is a critical component of my daily functions and amusement. Time slips away ever so quickly when I am linked up with distant realms of conjecture and alternate realities.

A third week of Peter’s Rehab Center attendance has passed away. My twice daily expeditions to deliver Thermos coffee has temporarily ended for this brief weekend. Peter dreams while I design the next stages of construction and all of those repairs needed to maintain fleets and flights of my accomplishments. It is all for the best that my inactivity has gone on this long while I relinquish my addictions and of the moment during my sojourn into oblivion.

St Jean Baptist Day, the holiday is bright, warm, and wonderfully summer like as we all like it. It is too bad that we can’t have all days like today, so nice and pleasant. I suppose there is some confirmation of facts concerning balance in everything to do with life and all exertions of humanity in every respect. There is only so much that can be measured and compared in any way that can be seen in a reasonable manner.

The highlight of this afternoon was the quick short trip in our trusty van down to our homey trailer in storage. The nineteen foot long trailer has been invaded by field mice and other sorts of little critters.

We bought sticky traps to catch the rodents within the interior of the trailer. Sticky traps are not a dangerous item like a regular spring loaded mouse trap that maims or kills. For that reason alone, I consider sticky traps to be cruel punishment of innocent little critters who just want to live peacefully. Oh well.

It isn’t nice to have two sleeping bags, a pillow, and a comforter chewed into ruin for t he sake of a nest or two. The stuffing of cotton materials had been spread out in the bathroom, and along the walkway along the kitchen counter and between the queen sized bed to the same sized dining feature of table or bed. The damage done by the mice is more than just the chewing of things. They leave germs and mouse droppings where they go that makes it unsafe for people who have to put up with the mess.

Peter is happy that we are taking care of our trailer even while it is in storage. But, Peter is depressed that we don’t use the trailer any where near what we should be using it for camping and travels. We do want to travel although our health is not up to dealing with the physical demands of us that would be needed. We do need go juice of at least two different kinds. One kind is for ourselves in having the health to be able to travel and the other go juice is the kind that would enable us to pay actual cash for our travel expenses. It isn’t anything cheap that we intend for ourselves.

Here I am writing about our little travel trailer when I should be writing about the many trials and tribulations I am going through in just existing in disabled and sickly circumstances. Another round of sputum tests and antibiotics for my UTI. I don’t know the root cause of the steady malady of UTI that besets me as quickly as a few days after I finish taking a course of antibiotics. They say it is merely a condition that one must bear. Grr!

Being as disabled and sick as I am, I should not be travelling by electric wheelchair back and forth twice daily just to take Peter some fresh hot Thermos coffee. It is a small thing in comparison to the efforts that Peter expended in keeping up with my needs while I was hospitalized. Actually, a big difference.


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Your answers reveal that kindness is your most dominant personality trait. You are very sensitive to others and rarely have a bad thing to say about anyone. People are constantly impressed by your thoughtfulness. If someone is having a bad day, you always seem to know how to make it better.

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We may land with a hard thud today as karmic Saturn enters the cosmic picture. The Sun's annual opposition to Saturn throws obstacles into our path if we've been avoiding our responsibilities or seeking shortcuts to success. A harsh Venus-Saturn aspect can create disappointment in love or a financial shortfall. Nevertheless, the Moon's shift into imaginative Pisces at 6:17 am EDT reminds us that a reality check doesn't mean we must stop dreaming.

You might wake up with lofty intentions today, aiming to be methodical about accomplishing your goals. But as the day wears on, you could become increasingly lackadaisical and fall further behind until you just give up. Don't be too self-judgmental if you find yourself on the wrong end of the stick now; give yourself the gift of reprieve. Scheduling additional time off can be accomplished without comparing your actual production to your high ideals. Focus on your potential, not your limits.

Last night I fell asleep at my desk and slept right through until about 5:00 am without talking to Mom. I missed talking to Mom and it made me mad at myself. I know how much we both share our need for talking and sharing what we talk about. So, thinking I had maybe an hour extra to prepare for my morning, I organized and did some typing. Is it typing or texting when using a personal computer instead of a typewriter? I don’t know. Typing. Texting.

At about 6:00 am, I started to make coffee and ate a dried out hot cross bun from last night. I was still dressed, but I decided to change my outfit to match the coolness of the morning. A pair of slacks and a long sleeved shirt were what I found to wear. I then decided to take along my bathing suit just in case the weather improved enough to tan. Then I looked at my feet. They were swollen and bright red in colour. Not good.

There was a little sample bottle of body lotion on my night table. I liberally spread the thin white cream all over my burnt areas. My feet were first to get an application of cooling cream. Then, I paid attention to my legs and thighs before I buttered up my face and neck areas. I didn’t know how good the thin white cream would be but something was better than nothing.

It was 6:30 am when I felt the first pangs of needing to go to the bathroom. I made my way from the desk through the kitchen, dropping off an armful of things along the way. When I turned on the bathroom light and sat down, two cats vied for attention. Dory was first but Twister was more important, so I coaxed her in to lay on the mat at my burning feet. I have to say that my attention was divided between two cats and my urge to purge.

At about 7:15 am, I finally finished combing and petting cats besides cleaning up myself. I didn’t know what the time was. I did know that I was way over the time I had allowed myself as extra time to spare. I sat down to my desk when my phone rang. It was Peter who phoned to find out what I was up to and where. I told him that I was late and had to go fast. He told me I should have left fifteen minutes ago and to get a move on. I already had a move on and was about to dash now. Bye.
I went as fast as I could go up to the General Hospital. I knew where I had to go and how to get there. I rolled straight up to the crowded waiting room of the module I was supposed to be early for. I didn’t even know what time it was when I registered as present at the reception’s window. All I do know is that within a few minutes, I was called into the testing room. Within five minutes, I was back out and done with the breathing test as it is applied to me. There are no sounds, no prompting, and nothing untoward to set me off. That nurse is so kind and understanding, at least to me after my latest tale of woes I told her.

The breathing test usually is a complicated measuring of your breathing process that takes about half an hour or so. Repeated testing is done over and over with the very loud prompting by a female’s high pitched yell. I can’t do that. It sets off my rage and I have to bash something as hard as I can. It scares everyone when my eyes turn beet red and I start shaking with surges of pure adrenaline. It’s war. Do you want to play again?

I admit that I have had a life that nobody would possibly want. I know I have trouble sleeping because of buckets of sweat and bouts of kicking and swinging arms. Peter knows he is safe as long as he doesn’t move from his prone position at his side of the bed. I can’t get help because I would be committed at the least and imprisoned likely. Peter doesn’t want to lose me nor do I want to lose him. Oh well, I try as best I can to keep the peace quietly.

Peter and I played a game of crib to start the morning off. I had lost the two previous games and was ready to win a game. The crib game went very fast. I skunked Peter, who groaned and moaned about the loss. So, we played a second game of crib. Would you believe that I skunked Peter again with a double skunk score. Peter was not happy at all about the two losses in such a manner. I smirked a bit but merely asked Peter when had I ever beaten him like that before. His reply was that I had done so a few years before out in Vernon when we crossed Canada. By then, it was time for us to go to my appointment at the other side of the hospital.

We both climbed onto our electric wheelchairs and left the ward of four beds. It was a short trip to the appointment so I was able to stop along the way for a smoke. Peter patiently waited for me to do my thing. Then we rolled on to the sixth floor where the appointment was. The receptionist was kind and smiling as she did the paperwork for my appointment. Within a short time we were sitting in room 7, a spacious examination room for doctors with wheelchair bound patients.

Our doctor was a short little timely woman who bubbled over with positive energy. She was into a lot of local projects that were intended to help the poor people of the downtown area. Fortunately for her, she was able to enlist help from various media to further her intentions of spreading word of the help by the program she funded.

Our inspired little doctor was bubbling over with positive affirmations of various aspects of health motivated facts. Cut down and even quit the habits of drinking coffee and smoking. Change diet to avoid salt, sugar, and starch based foods. Most over the counter drugs are not helpful for the reasons why they are taken in the first place. We already knew that, but she wanted to say it as if for our benefit anyways.

I had numerous aliments that needed to be addressed, but not by her. There were other professionals in the health industry that were more likely to be of use to me in attending to my ills. There wasn’t much use she could be to us in helping us cope with our COPD afflictions. Perhaps she could see us in a time of about three or four months from now. With that said, she handed me two forms, one a prescription for a referral to a specialist doctor and the other a form to get an appointment at a later date.

I should have made a copy of my morning breathing tests. It would have told me that my breathing had shrunk 400 ml less than the last test at Christmas time. The tests also informed me that my breathing was operating at about 59 % of what would have been considered normal for my lungs. My breathing was actually not all that bad considering that it was my back causing me most of my disability.
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We're still picking up on the positive vibes of the friendly Aquarius Moon, especially as she receives a new wave of support from the lighthearted Gemini Sun. Furthermore, the Moon cooperates with hardworking Saturn in inspirational Sagittarius, bringing a healthy dose of stability into our lives. We're able to envision a future that's different than the present moment, yet we do it in such a practical manner that we can actually realize our dreams.

You might wake up with lofty intentions today, aiming to be methodical about accomplishing your goals. But as the day wears on, you could become increasingly lackadaisical and fall further behind until you just give up. Don't be too self-judgmental if you find yourself on the wrong end of the stick now; give yourself the gift of reprieve. Scheduling additional time off can be accomplished without comparing your actual production to your high ideals. Focus on your potential, not your limits.

Today, which is actually now yesterday at about 5:00 am on the fifteenth of the month of June in 2017, started off in a reasonable enough manner. I was up at about two hours early before having to leave to visit Peter in the Rehab unit of the General Hospital. I was in a good mood and set about getting everything ready to go. Uhuh.

I fussed about trying to get everything ready for the backpack that included two little jars of ointment for Peter’s skin condition and two Thermoses of coffee. I also packed half of the remaining Tuesday Chicken Tenders and Wedgies for Peter to snack on. It all doesn’t seem like much but time was a wasting and slipping by far too fast. I would up being half an hour late by the time I locked the front door and headed out to the hospital. Why is that? I didn’t want to be late and yet half an hour seems such a long time.

My eyes are sore and my feet are swollen puffy red and sunburned. They are tender just to sit with my feet on the floor. I should be hungry but I am six pounds heavier than when I weighed myself three days ago. Where did three days go? I don’t think it was already three days and there it is, gone on the big calendar in the kitchen. I have to shovel off my desktop because it is so dirty and cluttered with stuff and my to do list.

Last night I sliced and buttered two hot cross raisin buns and set them on my desk to eat. I fell asleep before those little buns made it into my mouth. And, that little bit of Kahluah in my Thermos coffee didn’t please Peter nor I. The flavour was just a little off enough to be distasteful. Oh, my gums are sore from biting into the stiffly dried out little hot cross buns. Another reason to think why is that happening? ed
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It's a whole new ballgame today as our overactive minds dream and scheme to make our fantasies come true. The conceptual Aquarius Moon forms an intellectually powerful Grand Air Trine that places logic over feelings. A Mercury-Jupiter trine encourages communication, while aiming our thoughts into the future. Meanwhile, Mercury's dynamic square to nebulous Neptune muddies reality. We're not afraid to go out on a limb in the pursuit of happiness.

It's as if you are riding on a freight train of words today, without knowing where it might stop. Interpersonal communication takes up much of your time, yet it's about to become even more important. You could receive some sort of good news, but it's tricky to discern it from all the other incoming emails, telephone calls and conversations. Pay careful attention to every little detail so you don't let a golden opportunity slip through your fingers. Your next adventure is waiting for you to say yes.


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Today is Monday and it is the first day of the week that Peter stays in the Rehabilitation Center on the second floor. I didn't make it to bed because Peter left for the hospital at 9:00 pm last night. I can't sleep without Peter beside me to keep the bogeyman away. I managed to get an hour's worth of sleep at my desk instead of going to bed after talking to Mom on FaceBook at midnight. Oh well, we will see how it goes tonight.

I spent all day dressed up in my bathing suit a la Jungle Jane costume. I know it is at least a decade or more in age, but it is in good shape and looks nice as far as I am concerned. So, the result of all of that sunshine means that I have bright red sun burns all over except my face and forearms. I will have to coat myself in Aloe Vera. I should go from bright red to a vivid green in colour, eh?

Peter will be spending three more weeks including this one in the Rehabilitation Center for the program of Thrombosis Rehabilitation that goes for a full month. Peter gets to have the weekends at home because I am disabled and need his care for certain things like brushing my hair and doing my pills for my weekly pill box. It is a small thing that I can manage to get around in one way or another. I miss Peter.

The place had a major cleanup today by washing the couch and then wrapping it in plastic. The idea was to have a small battle against an invasive force that was relentlessly taking over the place we call home. Then after visiting with Peter the second time, it was a continued battle all evening long of scooping up agents of the enemy and dropping them into a little glass bottle. So many times I felt like I was losing the battle. Today was just another day of the battle continued as I did what I could to clean and otherwise destroy the enemy when and where I found them.
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Seismic shifts shake our lives today as two planets change signs. We may try to simplify love and accumulate wealth while magnetic Venus visits sensual Taurus for the next month. But we might grow restless with our current circumstances as interactive Mercury enters fickle Gemini for a two-week stay. Meanwhile, the transformational Scorpio Moon holds our feet to the fire, insisting on full metamorphosis rather than a whimsical change of heart.

Downsizing might not come easily now, but the advantages are readily apparent. Your key planet Venus sashays through pragmatic Taurus over the next few weeks, prompting you to get back to basics. Unfortunately, the pressure of eliminating non-essential activities could be a primary source of anxiety. Nevertheless, there's no reason to retreat from confronting your fears; engaging deep processes can ultimately add more beauty to your life.

Today started off in an interesting way. I had no sleep at all while watching videos on YouTube. 7:00 am slipped up in a sneaky way almost without my noticing it. Lack of sleep is deleterious to one’s own competency as well as being very unhealthy. I don’t like either in any particular way. Getting sleep should be added to the top of my priority list.

At a little after eight o’clock in the morning was when I rolled into Peter’s bed space. Peter was sitting with his back to the window, slowly eating what was left of his breakfast. I was offered a few choice items of which I took a muffin with butter and a little cup of mandarin oranges in juice. Peter and I talked casually and Bill from the other bed at the window added a few cents worth. We all had a happy and friendly manner towards each other. I liked that as did everyone else.

Peter and I didn’t play crib because Peter only had until 10:00 am before he had to do his physio session. Ten minutes before Peter had his physio session, he got ready and started to make his way down to the Rehab office on the ground floor. I accompanied him to the Rehab office where we kissed and said our goodbyes. I would return later in the day with a fresh Thermos of coffee. Ok!

It had just started to rain when I went outside. It was a light rain that fell as I raced for the nearest bus stop. There was no way I could think of going home on my electric wheelchair if it were to rain even as lightly as it was. I made it to the bus shelter without getting too wet. A few minutes later, a bus rolled up and stopped to take on a few passengers going in the wrong direction.

I waited a few minutes more before another bus stopped and began lowering it’s ramp. I scuttled onto the bus, bouncing from one railside of the ramp to the other. I stopped at the top and used my Presto card to pay for my fare. Quickly I went to the right hand side of the bus and parked by backing up against the tubular reinforcement behind the driver’s seat. Ok, I am good to go.

The rain hadn’t let up by the time I got off at the mall. I raced through the light rain in the direction of home. I was wet by the time I made it to the back doors of the building although my hand did a good job of covering my controller. I took the elevator to the tenth and raced down the length of the hall. I almost collided with the locked door with my key held out to turn the lock as quickly as I could. I knew the bedroom heater fan was going and I would warm up soon.


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Cathy,
time doesn’t heal. Only one becomes accustomed to pain and it becomes bearable. Pain eats everything from inside and you have been through it all to say with conviction that the passage of pain transforms you as a person. This is the lesson you have learnt from pain and it has only taught you how to deal with it.

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We're not as eager to see every issue from both sides once the Moon leaves reasonable Libra to enter emotional Scorpio at 6:45 am EDT. We're more likely to listen to our hearts, even if it leads us into uncomfortable situations. Unfortunately, we might not be able to wrap our minds around our desires and talking about them doesn't seem to help. Nevertheless, a creative Jupiter-Saturn alignment enables us to magically pull a solution out of thin air.

You can't tell if you're reading someone's behavior correctly today and you don't want to embarrass yourself by jumping to a wrong conclusion. You prefer to believe that your optimism is based on what you're seeing and hearing, but there's enough ambiguity now to make you question your judgment. To complicate matters, you could overcompensate and assume the worst. Both extremes are probably deviations from reality. Continue to observe those around you while sticking as close to the middle of the road as you can. Clint Eastwood said, "The less secure a man is, the more likely he is to have extreme prejudice."

I finally got to sleep in mid morning. I slept right through until 7:00 am for a whole two hours of sleep. My eyes are fuzzy but I can still see well enough. I took my time getting dressed because I kept getting winded. I went into the bathroom and brushed my hair. Then, I gathered up what Peter had asked me for and put it all in my knapsack. I had a monocular set of glasses, my three patches and the plastic bag, two bottles of Mountain Dew, a Thermos of fresh coffee, My pill box, and my hair brush. The last two went in first and I couldn’t bother to pull them out again.

The roll to the hospital’s Rehabilitation took only half an hour under threatening skies. I had a smoke along the way and took a few pictures also. It was a smooth trip for all intents and purposes. Yet, there was an incident when a black pickup truck stopped across a crosswalk.

I rolled right up to the black pickup truck and yelled swear words. The driver slowly rolled the window down a bit and asked if there was something wrong. I repeated my F U swear and immediately turned and zipped around the front of the truck. The driver couldn’t see me while a clear spot went by in the traffic. He was prevented from making his left turn in the morning rush. He had to wait a little longer at least until I reappeared on the other side of his truck.

I rolled up quietly to Peter’s room. Then I sped up and squealed my wheels to a stop at Peter’s bedside. I greeted him and we talked for a while. I ate a muffin before I decided to go for a smoke. About half an hour later, I returned to Peter’s bedside. We played crib for about an hour with my winning the game. Then I escorted Peter down to the main floor and the Rehabilitation Center. We kissed goodbye and I am supposed to go up again at about 6:00 pm.

I went home in a very tired condition. I managed to stay awake for about two hours before I slipped off my shoes and crawled into bed as dressed as I was. It was 4:30 pm when I woke up and started to struggle to get my act together. I had to run around to get my pillbox and take my 4:00 pm pills. I found them and sucked up the needed seven pills with some Thermos coffee. I still had almost a full Thermos and was about to make another pot of fresh coffee. I did that before I started eating from a container of egg and potato salad. I ate about a bowl full before the coffee stopped perking in the coffee machine. I put the container of potato salad back into the fridge on my way to the bedroom. I had to put on my shoes and return to my desk.

At my desk I had to reload my pouch with camera, phone, and cigarettes. Why I had taken everything out in the first place is beyond me. I should have left it in my pouch. I slung the pouch over my neck and went to the kitchen. I added three icecubes to the two Thermoses. Then I added five spoonfuls of sugar to my black Thermos with the red stripe. Only after all of that could I fill the Thermoses to the top before twisting on the caps. A quick wipe made sure the Thermoses were dry before taking them to the electric wheelchair.

The electric wheelchair is my gomobile. It takes me to all of t he places I can’t go by myself. My walking capability is that diminished. I can barely manage to walk from one end of the apartment to the other before I am forced to stop and rest partly from being out of breath and partly from having to recoup my strength from my exertions. It is really not easy being disabled.

It had been overly cloudy all day. It had rained while I slept after I had made it home in a dry condition. Now, it was still threatening but not raining as I made my way up to the hospital in twenty five minutes. It isn’t a record time but it is a fairly steady clip of about ten kilometers per hour.

Peter was snoring when I rolled to a squealing stop at the foot of his bed. He didn’t miss a beat of snoring. So, I slipped off my shoes and cuddled up beside him on his hospital bed. He roused enough to raise his arm for me to lay my head upon it. At the same time he checked his watched and smiled. He knew I had brought fresh coffee. And what’s more, I was snuggled up very close at his side. He breathed a few times before he began to snore again. A minute later and I was snoring too.

We slept snuggled up together for about two hours. I stirred upon hearing a nurse talking to a patient right across from us. I sat up and that was enough to wake Peter up. We both sat up in time to see the nurse start walking in our general direction. I felt a little relieved that the nurse hadn’t needed to wake us up for her nightly rounds. After the nurse took Peter’s vitals and asked a few questions, we decided to play crib.

We had played a game of crib earlier in the day. I won that game plus two other games from the previous day. So we started dealing out cards and pegging points. I won that game and the next game. I am very competitive when it comes to cards. There are only a few card games I can play without getting into trouble or causing trouble. I think of it as being just one of those things that can’t be explained easily.

It was 9:30 pm before we finished playing crib. I had won five out of six games that we had played since Peter had started staying at the hospital. Playing crib was fun for both of us. We usually kept even in points on the board. Once in a while I would get very high scoring hands, more often than Peter was able to. He would win games often enough to keep him in the game, as it were. Still, we would have fun and get excited over one thing or another.

The crib board and pegs were put away, along with the deck of cards. We hugged each other and kissed goodbye. With that, I set out to go home. If it was raining, I would take the bus. If it wasn’t raining, I would walk home in twenty five minutes.

Having decided to walk home, I could only hope that the rain would hold off long enough for me to get home. Twenty five minutes later I hadn’t quite made it to the front door before a mist settled down and a very faint bit of rain fell. I wasn’t perfectly dry at the front door, but what I would call slightly damp.

Home was a happy destination for me. I rolled through the door and locked it before I was greeted by Jessica. It was a relief to know that someone would be at home with me for the night. I have a terrible time being alone, especially while taking the fifteen prescriptions I have. No, not nice at all. So, I had something to eat and poured a 113’ F bath for myself. At the same time, I had sessions with both cats, Dory and Twister. Then I soaked and sweated myself.

Drying off is always a lengthy exercise for me. It takes about two hours for my hair to damp dry. Not completely. It takes me only an hour to cool enough to stop sweating and dry off with two bath towels. We have those. I put on my pink kimono and went out onto the balcony for a smoke. Jessica joined me.

I was fifteen minutes late to start up FaceBook and call Mom on it. Mom was a little slow to answer because she was reading an article from FaceBook on another webpage. Sometimes the other webpage prevents a call connection. We talked for half an hour before I admitted that I was tired and ready to call it a night. We said goodbye and closed FaceBook.

I spent another three hours working away on StupidThree. I should have gone to bed. I should have done a lot of things. Fact is that I was reading an article on one website while listening to another video about anomalies on a second website, all while composing the blog. It seems to be the only way I can keep up to the gruelling pace I set for myself. There are so many things that I want to do and not enough of me to do it all without having clones of myself, You must know that feeling far too well.
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We're not as eager to see every issue from both sides once the Moon leaves reasonable Libra to enter emotional Scorpio at 6:45 am EDT. We're more likely to listen to our hearts, even if it leads us into uncomfortable situations. Unfortunately, we might not be able to wrap our minds around our desires and talking about them doesn't seem to help. Nevertheless, a creative Jupiter-Saturn alignment enables us to magically pull a solution out of thin air.

You can't tell if you're reading someone's behavior correctly today and you don't want to embarrass yourself by jumping to a wrong conclusion. You prefer to believe that your optimism is based on what you're seeing and hearing, but there's enough ambiguity now to make you question your judgment. To complicate matters, you could overcompensate and assume the worst. Both extremes are probably deviations from reality. Continue to observe those around you while sticking as close to the middle of the road as you can. Clint Eastwood said, "The less secure a man is, the more likely he is to have extreme prejudice."

I finally got to sleep in mid morning. I slept right through until 7:00 am for a whole two hours of sleep. My eyes are fuzzy but I can still see well enough. I took my time getting dressed because I kept getting winded. I went into the bathroom and brushed my hair. Then, I gathered up what Peter had asked me for and put it all in my knapsack. I had a monocular set of glasses, my three patches and the plastic bag, two bottles of Mountain Dew, a Thermos of fresh coffee, My pill box, and my hair brush. The last two went in first and I couldn’t bother to pull them out again.

The roll to the hospital’s Rehabilitation took only half an hour under threatening skies. I had a smoke along the way and took a few pictures also. It was a smooth trip for all intents and purposes. Yet, there was an incident when a black pickup truck stopped across a crosswalk.

I rolled right up to the black pickup truck and yelled swear words. The driver slowly rolled the window down a bit and asked if there was something wrong. I repeated my F U swear and immediately turned and zipped around the front of the truck. The driver couldn’t see me while a clear spot went by in the traffic. He was prevented from making his left turn in the morning rush. He had to wait a little longer at least until I reappeared on the other side of his truck.

I rolled up quietly to Peter’s room. Then I sped up and squealed my wheels to a stop at Peter’s bedside. I greeted him and we talked for a while. I ate a muffin before I decided to go for a smoke. About half an hour later, I returned to Peter’s bedside. We played crib for about an hour with my winning the game. Then I escorted Peter down to the main floor and the Rehabilitation Center. We kissed goodbye and I am supposed to go up again at about 6:00 pm.

I went home in a very tired condition. I managed to stay awake for about two hours before I slipped off my shoes and crawled into bed as dressed as I was. It was 4:30 pm when I woke up and started to struggle to get my act together. I had to run around to get my pillbox and take my 4:00 pm pills. I found them and sucked up the needed seven pills with some Thermos coffee. I still had almost a full Thermos and was about to make another pot of fresh coffee. I did that before I started eating from a container of egg and potato salad. I ate about a bowl full before the coffee stopped perking in the coffee machine. I put the container of potato salad back into the fridge on my way to the bedroom. I had to put on my shoes and return to my desk.

At my desk I had to reload my pouch with camera, phone, and cigarettes. Why I had taken everything out in the first place is beyond me. I should have left it in my pouch. I slung the pouch over my neck and went to the kitchen. I added three icecubes to the two Thermoses. Then I added five spoonfuls of sugar to my black Thermos with the red stripe. Only after all of that could I fill the Thermoses to the top before twisting on the caps. A quick wipe made sure the Thermoses were dry before taking them to the electric wheelchair.

The electric wheelchair is my gomobile. It takes me to all of t he places I can’t go by myself. My walking capability is that diminished. I can barely manage to walk from one end of the apartment to the other before I am forced to stop and rest partly from being out of breath and partly from having to recoup my strength from my exertions. It is really not easy being disabled.

It had been overly cloudy all day. It had rained while I slept after I had made it home in a dry condition. Now, it was still threatening but not raining as I made my way up to the hospital in twenty five minutes. It isn’t a record time but it is a fairly steady clip of about ten kilometers per hour.

Peter was snoring when I rolled to a squealing stop at the foot of his bed. He didn’t miss a beat of snoring. So, I slipped off my shoes and cuddled up beside him on his hospital bed. He roused enough to raise his arm for me to lay my head upon it. At the same time he checked his watched and smiled. He knew I had brought fresh coffee. And what’s more, I was snuggled up very close at his side. He breathed a few times before he began to snore again. A minute later and I was snoring too.

We slept snuggled up together for about two hours. I stirred upon hearing a nurse talking to a patient right across from us. I sat up and that was enough to wake Peter up. We both sat up in time to see the nurse start walking in our general direction. I felt a little relieved that the nurse hadn’t needed to wake us up for her nightly rounds. After the nurse took Peter’s vitals and asked a few questions, we decided to play crib.

We had played a game of crib earlier in the day. I won that game plus two other games from the previous day. So we started dealing out cards and pegging points. I won that game and the next game. I am very competitive when it comes to cards. There are only a few card games I can play without getting into trouble or causing trouble. I think of it as being just one of those things that can’t be explained easily.

It was 9:30 pm before we finished playing crib. I had won five out of six games that we had played since Peter had started staying at the hospital. Playing crib was fun for both of us. We usually kept even in points on the board. Once in a while I would get very high scoring hands, more often than Peter was able to. He would win games often enough to keep him in the game, as it were. Still, we would have fun and get excited over one thing or another.

The crib board and pegs were put away, along with the deck of cards. We hugged each other and kissed goodbye. With that, I set out to go home. If it was raining, I would take the bus. If it wasn’t raining, I would walk home in twenty five minutes.

Having decided to walk home, I could only hope that the rain would hold off long enough for me to get home. Twenty five minutes later I hadn’t quite made it to the front door before a mist settled down and a very faint bit of rain fell. I wasn’t perfectly dry at the front door, but what I would call slightly damp.

Home was a happy destination for me. I rolled through the door and locked it before I was greeted by Jessica. It was a relief to know that someone would be at home with me for the night. I have a terrible time being alone, especially while taking the fifteen prescriptions I have. No, not nice at all. So, I had something to eat and poured a 113’ F bath for myself. At the same time, I had sessions with both cats, Dory and Twister. Then I soaked and sweated myself.

Drying off is always a lengthy exercise for me. It takes about two hours for my hair to damp dry. Not completely. It takes me only an hour to cool enough to stop sweating and dry off with two bath towels. We have those. I put on my pink kimono and went out onto the balcony for a smoke. Jessica joined me.

I was fifteen minutes late to start up FaceBook and call Mom on it. Mom was a little slow to answer because she was reading an article from FaceBook on another webpage. Sometimes the other webpage prevents a call connection. We talked for half an hour before I admitted that I was tired and ready to call it a night. We said goodbye and closed FaceBook.

I spent another three hours working away on StupidThree. I should have gone to bed. I should have done a lot of things. Fact is that I was reading an article on one website while listening to another video about anomalies on a second website, all while composing the blog. It seems to be the only way I can keep up to the gruelling pace I set for myself. There are so many things that I want to do and not enough of me to do it all without having clones of myself, You must know that feeling far too well.
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The atmospheric buzz settles down today -- or at least is internalized. We begin to doubt a recent decision and grow even more confused by our options when the Sun squares nebulous Neptune. A creative Mercury-Neptune alignment amplifies our fantasies, sending our thoughts on a wild goose chase. Although the diplomatic Libra Moon encourages us to remain objective, energetic Mars sinks into emotional Cancer, prompting us to respond subjectively.

You may be thinking about redirecting your energy to take care of your own needs, instead of looking out for everyone else. Luckily, self-starter Mars enters your 10th House of Social Status today, amplifying your inclination to weigh all your options before choosing which professional path to follow. Your entire life is on the cosmic scales now and everything is up for recalibration. Surprisingly, there is more time than you think, so don't make any rash decisions now. Vincent Van Gogh wrote, "Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together."

This morning I went to sleep in bed at about 5:00 am. I must have slept a whole hour before I was awake and up to go to the bathroom and have a smoke out on the balcony. Then I watched a movie. I was into a second movie when Peter woke up at about 9:00 am and went to the bathroom. He came out to the livingroom and proceeded to give me a lecture about sleeping. It will be a rainy day but that isn’t why we won’t be going anywhere. I simply didn’t get enough sleep to be able to do anything. The lecture slowly wound down as Peter began taking his puffer medicines. He had to hold his breath for a while before breathing again.

Eventually Peter made a pot of coffee. Fresh coffee sat for an hour before it was actually poured into cups.


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Cathy,
You are a mighty, brave and courageous person. You love immensely and care deeply. Your behaviour comes from heart that is divine, pure and heavenly. But, people should never take advantage of your generosity and kindness. If they do,they have made a huge mistake. You will show them your bad-ass and savage side and take them down like a fire-breathing Dragon takes down his enemies - to ashes and dust! This is the meaning of your name. You are precious, rare and one-of-a-kind. Share your result and let the world know who you truly are!


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Mosquito Repellent:

Here's what you'll need:
- 30 drops of lemon-eucalyptus essential oil blend
- 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
- 4 ounces witch hazel, rubbing alcohol, or vodka
Mix the witch hazel, essential oil and vanilla extract into a small spray bottle.
You're all set! This formulation will only last for about four hours, so don't forget to re-apply it as needed.


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Type A

A)You keep your feelings guarded and you aren't very open with strangers.
B)You prefer to present yourself as much stronger and more independent than you actually are. However, once you feel connected, you are a deeply emotional person with the ones you trust.
C)You despise lies, hypocrisy and dishonesty because it goes against your beliefs.
D)You are known to be a bit eccentric and arrogant. You don't suffer fools.
E)You have a big heart, and you like to help others.
F)You are a diligent worker - you will finish every task you are given, even the boring ones.
G)You enjoy having a good laugh, and can laugh at anything and everything as long as you are amused, even if it’s not so funny.
H)Your expressions reveal all of your thoughts - especially in your eyes.

Type B

A little shy and reserved, you don’t like to be the first one to approach someone.
In relationships, you are very loyal and devoted. When you fall in love, you give them your full attention - they are always on your mind.
Deep down inside you have a very sensitive soul.
You keep secrets so well that people often think you're aloof, but you're just pretending to be clueless in order to protect someone’s feelings.
Once you set your mind on something, you are committed to seeing it all the way through
More than most, you’re scared of getting hurt. Although people think that you don’t need anyone, you secretly dream of finding your soulmate.
You are a rock - you always remain calm in the midst of chaos

Type C

You're not one to hold a grudge, not much makes you upset.
You're uncomfortable with the unknown, and you definitely don't like surprises.
People would describe you as open-minded, you are very respectful of other's opinions.
Your ego tends to lean towards the bossy side and you get quite worked up during arguments, but you are always the first to apologize afterwards.
When it comes to your problems, you would prefer to keep them to yourself. It can be quite the challenge to your significant other, especially if they can't tell what's really bothering you.
As a straight-shooter, you prefer to surround yourself with honest people. You feel like you can depend more on someone who is brutally honest, than someone who sugar-coats everything.
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We take life more seriously today as sweet Venus is subdued by responsible Saturn. We're not as quick to succumb to our emotional whims. Fortunately, the stabilizing Venus-Saturn trine keeps our feelings in line and helps to ensure our integrity in love. Meanwhile, the practical Virgo Moon reflects our need to analyze all the available data before making any decisions. The more we focus on the details now, the easier it will be over the days ahead.

The tables are pleasantly turned today and it seems as if everyone is being extra nice to you. In fact, there's a hint of love in the air and there may be more going on now than what you see. If you're interested in romancing a special person, be certain to ascertain their feelings before you move too fast with your own. Nevertheless, it's really not complicated; just don't waste energy lost in self-analysis when you can share your thoughts with someone else. Rumi wrote, "Reason is powerless in the expression of Love."

I nodded off at my desk a few times last night. By early morning I barely got half an hour’s worth of sleep. Then I was up and at ‘em to get prepared for the morning. There were things to get that Peter needed and I was the means to get it all to him. I even had a Thermos of coffee extra for him to sip through the day.

Off I went at a little after 8:00 am. The overcast sky was dark and cold, 13’ C cold. I had my winter sweater on my electric wheelchair, along with my white sweater. I had a heavy white cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up and my bare forearms didn’t seem to mind the morning coolness. I think it took about half an hour to get to the Rehabilitation floor where Peter was ensconced. I surprised Peter at his bed by the window. He was so happy to see me, hold me, and kiss a whole bunch!

The morning went by quickly as Peter went from one activity to another and from one therapist to another. I had my own appointment at 11:25 am with Dr. Pitt. He didn’t keep me waiting very long and his brief and perfunctory examination of his handiwork pleased him. I had very little pain and only tenderness when I touched the scar. Soon enough the stitches will dissolve and I will be considered healed from my trouble.

Now I am waiting for 6:00 pm to come around again so I can take another trip up to see Peter. I have the things to take to him all ready. It is just a matter of putting them into my knapsack and making some fresh coffee. Thermoses full of fresh coffee would put a good aroma and mood out for everyone to enjoy. My actual departure time turned out to be at 7:00 pm before the coffee was brewed and poured into the Thermoses.

I took about half an hour to be bundled up in the electric wheelchair going by the Mount Pleasant route. I was warm but still roughed up by the bumps that were far less as rugged on me by the longer Riverside Drive route. Still, it took some time after I had arrived to settle down enough to interact with Peter. We played crib for three games. I won two games out of three but I was silly with fatigue and falling asleep for moments at a time.

Peter knew I was exhausted but I wouldn’t leave him to go home. He decided to take me to Tim Horton’s in the hospital. I allowed myself to have a hot chocolate while Peter had a chicken salad croissant. The sugar in the hot chocolate began to revive me. I began to feel more awake and energy flowed to my fingers.

Peter and I said our goodbyes and parted company. I left through the back doors which happened to be the doors for the Cancer Clinic. I went around to the front of the hospital and made my way to Pleasant Park. In a short time I was home, almost shivering from cold. I went to the bedroom and stripped down to crawl into my kimono. Then I phoned Peter to let him I has arrived at home safely. He was pleased that I phoned to assure him that I was safe and sound at home.

Foolishly, I went to my desk and fell asleep after typing out a few paragraphs. It was not what I wanted but it was what happened. I woke up at about 3:30 am after having missed talking to Mom. I wasn’t awake and up for very long before I fell asleep at my desk again.
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May ends with a cosmic exclamation point as the planets issue so many conflicting orders we don't know what to do. The extroverted Leo Moon sneaks into timid Virgo at 12:15 pm EDT, shifting our emotional framework. Logical Mercury trines probing Pluto, inviting us to get to the bottom of a mystery. Meanwhile, a series of creative alignments urges us to explore new ways to express the magic lurking just beyond the limits of our perceptions.

You are willing to bring up a subject today that might be a conversation stopper on other days. But your jovial approach puts others completely at ease. It's as if you can turn your charm off and on at will, giving you the edge in an important negotiation. Nevertheless, you could be so confident of your message that you forget that communication is a two-way street. Make sure everyone gets a chance to share their opinions without feeling rushed. The Dalai Lama said, "When you talk, you are only repeating what you already know. But if you listen, you may learn something new."

Today tried to start off early but was no later than 7:00 am despite the 6:00 am alarm. It is the day that Peter goes off to the hospital for the rest of the week. We will see several things, namely whether I can be self sufficient, whether Peter can go that long without me, and what will happen that we don’t anticipate. I am sure that there will be so many things happening just because we don’t want them to, and that the sky will fall or not.

The sky didn’t fall but the rain sure did. Gatineau gets it again. I had followed Peter up to the hospital and waited while he was admitted as a patient. He will stay in the hospital until Friday when he will come home for the weekend. The wait for admitting was long, almost a full hour before they began to take his information. Meanwhile outside the storm was brewing up.

I decided to wander outside for a smoke so I took a little hike across the street called Ring Road. It was soon after that my phone rang with Peter telling me that they were ready to take him up to his second floor room. I was quick as a bunny to get back as fast as my electric wheelchair could go after I had put out my partially smoked cigarette. Can’t waste them at their high prices.

Up in Peter’s ward of our beds, it was bedlam. A nurse named Cathy helped Peter get the right bed near the window. Shortly after, a pharmacist came in and began going through all of the medications that Peter was taking. A while later, a doctor showed up and examined Peter while he was contending with the questions of the kind pharmacist woman. When both the pharmacist and the doctor had finished and departed, Peter’s lunch showed up. Timing is everything when we are so closely linked in to synchronicity. My fault.

I took a look at Peter’s lunch. It was a macaroni and cheese plate with a little salad and tea. There were condiments, to be sure. Peter needed to be on a 1200 calorie diet and that lunch certainly was bland enough to be one. I didn’t say a word about Peter’s lunch as he bade me to leave before the storm hit. I saw on the weather map that a storm line was crossing over soon enough.

I did as I was asked and left. It was a sad thing for me to leave Peter in the room accompanied by three other men in for pulmonary rehabilitation. I decided not to take the fast bumpy way home. Instead, I crossed over to Mount Pleasant road and follow that north to Riverside drive. It was smooth in comparison to Smythe Road and a long piece of Riverside Drive.

The jaunt home took about half an hour. The first thing I did was to clean the kitty litter. That is a daily task that needs to be done with two large cats sharing the same litter box. Too bad they aren’t trained to use the toilet like some cats I have seen doing. Oh well.

Now I will try to list my priorities and get them done. I am literally on my own until either Jessica shows up or Peter comes home for the weekend. I have to keep myself busy or eat and sleep the time away. It’s only a month that this will go on. So, I will just make the best of it while I have the chance.


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By now you're probably wondering if you can just dump the oils into a spray bottle with water and start spraying away. Well, not quite - there are a couple of extra ingredients that you'll need! Don't worry - making your own mosquito repellent is super easy!
Here's what you'll need:
- 30 drops of lemon-eucalyptus essential oil blend
- 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
- 4 ounces witch hazel, rubbing alcohol, or vodka
Mix the witch hazel, essential oil and vanilla extract into a small spray bottle.
You're all set! This formulation will only last for about four hours, so don't forget to re-apply it as needed.


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Most animals love honey, and ants are no exception. Worker ants eat liquids, but the queen and her baby larvae eat solids. In order to stop the colony from propagating, you'll need to make both liquid and solid treats for them to munch on.
For the solid ant bait: mix together borax and powdered sugar in a 1:3 ratio. So for every 1/4 cup of borax, add 3/4 cups of sugar.
For the liquid goo: mix together 1/4 cup of borax with 3/4 cup of honey or maple syrup.
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It has been overcast in a threatening way. But, for all of that, it hasn’t rained at all. The ground has remained dry. There are bands of storms that are upwind and certain to cover our area. A warning of scattered showers remains in effect. It makes no difference to the list of things on the agenda. Today is the day of surgery and Thursday is the day to see Dr.Pitt for my other surgery, So it goes that humans break down and need repairs. I am no different in that big respect.

I tried to show something of my latest sketches to the eye doctor. I could have done a much better job of showing my artistic talent but it went astray so she wasn’t all that impressed. I told her I used to be healthy and owned and drove my own tractor trailers all over the continent. Now, that impressed her. Then I waited to be the last one to have laser surgery for the day. You might say that I am a patient patient.

On the way home, we stopped off at the mall. The first place we went to was the pet shop to see cats. They haven’t had cats since Christmas time. Even puppies were not to be seen today. But, they do have birds, guinea pigs, fish, rabbits, and an occasional lizard. I am glad they are not into supplying rare things such as spiders, monkeys, and such.

From the pet shop we went to the World of Wally, as Peter puts it. We spent half an hour tracking along the aisles for a total of three things we could think of buying. Paper was on sale and the price of apricots more than made up for it. With a total of three articles, we went to the checkouts with tellers. It isn’t kosher to use the self checkouts that literally deny jobs and work for people who need the jobs no matter what the cost of checkout errors.
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The cosmos is engaged in a tug-of-war and we may find ourselves caught in the middle today. Red-hot Mars is pulling one way and cold Saturn is pulling the other. Mars is the gas pedal initiating action while Saturn is the brake bringing everything to a halt. Frustration abounds when bossy Mars tells us to go while naysayer Saturn commands us to stop. Meanwhile, the Moon shifts into expressive Leo at 8:11 am EDT, nudging us into forward motion.

Your options seem to be more limited than you thought. In fact, you might decide to make your next round of plans through a process of elimination. Rather than choosing a path into the future and then making it happen, you could end up taking the only road ahead of you after you filter out those that will not feasibly work. But don't surrender the dreams that inspire you the most now. Even if you can't make them real yet, no one can take the magic of your visions away from you.

It was a cold and rainy day worth staying in bed and sleeping away the dismal hours. It was about 4:00 pm when the rain quit and we decided to take the van up to Herongate Mall. Peter was of a mind not to have to deal with any rain so that was his answer to the problem.

Me, I have other problems. I have the spitting disease. I cough until my bones rattle in spasms of painful exertions. There isn’t any cure for my ailments other than the inevitable end. I will take what I know to the Great Maker and his multiverse. I know what I know will add greatly to the knowledge accumulated on the other side. I have been there, so I will know where I will go without fear or trepidation.
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A resurgence of emotional sensitivity can create trouble today, especially if we take ourselves too seriously. The reflective Moon swims into watery Cancer at 7:24 am EDT, reminding us that the protective walls we erect won't necessarily keep out bad vibes. Someone's words stimulate an unpleasant memory when Mercury the Messenger forms an uneasy aspect with wounded Chiron. Confident Jupiter overcompensates by encouraging us to slip into denial.

You might have an attack of Mother Hen Syndrome today; you want to take everyone under your wing and protect them from all the evil influences in the world. Although your intentions are probably nothing but well-meaning, others think you're being overly controlling. You defend your actions and your integrity by claiming you only wish the best for everyone. Everything seems pretty straightforward on the surface, but increases in complexity the more you dig in your heels. Sometimes, relinquishing control is the highest form of love, even if it doesn't seem the kindest.

Sleep started at about 4:00 am. I managed to sleep right through until about 10:00 am. Our plan was to go to the garage sale in the Glebe suburb of central downtown. It was about 11:00 am when we finally hopped onto our electric wheelchairs and made a dash for the Glebe. I took a few pictures along the scenic route we took. The sky had puffy and wispy clouds that did little to diminish the hot rays of the sun beaming down. It was hot in the sunlight and I liked it like that.
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Although the cosmos blesses us with a day to integrate yesterday's intensity, we still have plenty of work to do. It's tempting to luxuriate in the sweet pleasures of the Moon's harmonious aspects to jolly Jupiter and beautiful Venus. But bringing the energy into physical manifestation is challenging until later in the day when the Moon joins action-hero Mars. Nevertheless, indulgence is tempered by responsibility when Luna opposes karmic Saturn.

Your brain power is cranked up high and even if you're just sitting in contemplation, you can hear words as they fly toward you from every direction. But you're not one to wait around for something special to happen; if an opportunity doesn't come knocking early in the day, you will go out looking for one later. In the meantime, use your imagination to explore every contingency possible. Capture the power of the moment by weaving your thoughts into stories with outcomes you wish to manifest.

Today was cloudy and cool so it was the motivation behind spending all day in bed. Sleep was much more preferable than going out to freeze or to attend the last day of the Tulip Festival. A dull cloudy sky doesn’t have much to light the colours of the flowers nor the green of the grass.



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Descriptive English Writing Rules?
What do we know about the descriptive writing rules? Know the descriptive writing of the critters before you compose the sentence.
1)The cow jumped over the moon.
2)The cat leaped over the moon.
3)The submarine submerged under the moon.
The rules of composing English is an art in that it is creativity within the rigid rules that govern composition. Vocabulary exists for each and every language. So it is that English, being a very predatory language, can use descriptions used in other languages. Rules and vocabulary evolve as we encounter and incorporate different languages. Back to school, eh?




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The ever-changing Moon dances into lighthearted Gemini at 8:15 am EDT like a kite flying in the spring breeze, signaling a loosening of personal and professional restraints. But the flighty Gemini New Moon at 3:44 pm carries a heavier burden with unrelenting Pluto and sobering Saturn in the picture. An uneasy Venus-Pluto square indicates expressing emotions can stir hurt feelings while an anxious Mercury-Saturn alignment delays satisfaction.

You can't wait to share your travel plans with others. Although it's fun to fantasize about your next adventure, you must get serious if you truly intend to turn your visions into reality. Rather than spinning wild stories based on your conjectures, start a productive dialogue. The curious Gemini New Moon sets up shop in your 9th House of Distant Horizons, inspiring you to reevaluate your long-term goals. Create a bucket list if you don't already have one. Life is short; do whatever is necessary to make your dreams come true.

Today started off at about 7:00 am and went along slowly. Peter had an appointment at about 10:00 am with a doctor at the Montfort Hospital. We prepared ourselves and left in plenty of time for the bus. Everything went along smoothly as usual until we made our way to the elevator to the second floor of the transit line. With no elevator, there was no way to get to the bus we needed. Any detour would make us too late to keep the appointment.

Peter came up with an alternative plan to get to the Montfort Hospital. Peter was always good at arranging things and for years hadn’t been late or missed and appointment. This time was merely an inconvenience. So we returned back to the apartment for my set of keys. From there we had an hour of time to wait until we were to leave again for the second time to get to the Montfort Hospital.

We departed our apartment in good time to keep the appointment at the Montfort Hospital. The van was in sound mechanical condition and we had a half full tank of gas. The drive there was as usual without any traffic difficulties. Peter made it to the Montfort Hospital in plenty of time to keep his Thrombosis appointment.

Peter was occupied at his appointment for an hour and a half. I waited in a lot of a small strip mall about two blocks away from the hospital. I sketched away without worrying about time because Peter was going to phone me when it was time to pick him up. It actually worked out well because I started moving the van about ten minutes before Peter’s cellphone call.

I picked up Peter who had walked out the front entrance as I pulled up and parked at the main entrance of the hospital. Peter had no trouble loading up his electric wheelchair into the van. Once that was done and Peter had buckled himself into the front seat, we slowly drove away. We went a few blocks when Peter had the bright idea of going for a poutine at the chip wagon located on Russell Road. I seconded the idea and off we went in that general direction.

The chip wagon was up on blocks in the same location as it had been for years. It had been in business selling the same menu of excellent foods as other local locations. The owner and operator of the chip wagon is a good friend of mine. I made an HO scale model of her chip wagon for which she gave us free orders of poutine. I was happy she was pleased by the scale model and didn’t need a free order of poutine to mark her happiness that I could plainly see. That was the reward I was looking for.

There were eight men standing around in a line to place their orders at the open window to the chip wagon. I thought it would take a long time to place and make those orders. Simple fact was that the line kept moving along until all eight orders were placed and made in less than fifteen minutes. It was a fast rate by any standard. As far as standards go, the orders were crafted with a consistent, competent, and complete professionalism. That was what kept the customers returning time after time for their orders of sustaining food.

We waited for the men to be served while we ate our own orders of deliciously filling poutine. Then, I moved the van from across the parkinglot to stop beside the chip wagon. I got out and slowly walked to the window as if to place and order, A young girl was standing there, bent down to hear my oral growl with a sore throat asking where the owner of the chip wagon was. She just happened to be out back. I walked around the chip wagon to see the owner duck back inside the chip wagon. So, I walked over to the back door where a little black curly dog was circling. The owner appeared beside the little dog, mouthing cooing sounds and repeating commands to sit and stay.

The owner and I began talking excitedly to each other. She was happy to see me and I wasn’t going to leave without talking to her personally. She asked me how I was doing. In as brief a summary as possible, I began telling what I had been doing for the past two years. I told her that I had been fighting pneumonia for the past year and a half. I still sketched, wrote, and built things with balsa wood. I also had cataract surgery on my eyes and a hernia on my belly button. She frowned as all she could do to express her concern as she voiced an encouraging salutation.

We talked a bit more before I started to sway as I stood still. I said that I had to go and that I would be back. She laughed and agreed with me. I turned and walked back to the van. I waved as I drove away, filled with the owner’s smile, her waving, and the superb poutine. I will be back, eh?

We drove home by about 3:30 pm. It was a nice drive to the underground parking space we have had for the past four years. It is hard to believe that we have been in the same place for the past four years. Still, it is a nice thing to think about as memories keep being added to my storybook.


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The 7 Things Writers Need to Make a Living

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If you’re a writer, you might have heard this most of your life:

People don’t make a living writing. You should find something practical to do with your life.

Smart, capable writers grimly pass around war stories on Facebook. Penny-a-word assignments, clients who don’t pay, disdain for our craft, and disrespect for our profession.

And yet, look around at this digital world so many of us spend our lives in — it’s made of words. The technology to produce digital content exists because we create words worth sharing.

Text, video, audio — it all needs great writing if it’s going to be worth spending our time on.

If writing is your profession and your passion, you can accept crap assignments for crap money and crap treatment.

Or, you can choose something better. Because there is something better.

In the time I’ve been writing professionally, I’ve noticed some necessary traits, abilities, and strengths that make the difference between life as a well-paid writer and life as someone who likes to write but can’t seem to get paid for it.

Here are seven of the most important.

#1: Love

This might seem squishy, but if you’re meant to be a writer, you know what I mean.

There is no substitute for the love of writing. For the passion of getting the words right: the head-scratching and the pacing around the house and the endless drafts that aren’t quite right yet.

If you don’t love language and your topic and the act of putting words together, none of the rest of this really means anything.

I could have just as easily used Compulsion, Obsession, or Bullheadedness for this section. Whichever word you choose, it’s about refusing to settle for weak writing, because the words matter.

#2: An attitude of service

Writing for self-expression can be high art, pursued for the sake of your own experience of truth and beauty.

As soon as money changes hands, though, the audience — the reader, listener, or viewer — becomes the focus.

Professional writers work from an attitude of serving their audiences. Serving them with truthful, beautiful words, yes. But also with language that meets their needs, language that clarifies rather than prettifies.

Novelists, copywriters, and content marketers all live in service to our audiences. No matter how clever or perfectly poetic we may find a phrase, if it doesn’t serve the audience, it goes.

#3: Confidence

It’s always struck me as odd that many of the most capable writers are also some of the most insecure.

But it doesn’t need to be that way. Confidence comes from putting the work in to become a genuinely authoritative expert. It comes from research, craftsmanship, and seeing the difference you make to your audience.

Serious craftspeople are humble and proud at the same time.

The pride and confidence come from hours of deliberate practice — the kind of work that expands your abilities and challenges you to grow. The humility comes from the knowledge that a true pro is always improving, expanding, and refining.

#4: Training

Many writers imagine that if you have a good writing voice and a strong opinion about the serial comma, you’re qualified to work as a professional copywriter.

Not so fast.

Great copywriters and content marketers are fine wordsmiths, but they’re also strategists. They understand what types of content work to attract attention, to stand out amid the sea of content clutter, to motivate buying behavior, and to help the audience make the journey from interested bystander to loyal customer.

Solid content and copywriting strategy come from training (and practice). You can get a lot of that training right here at Copyblogger, of course.

And for writers who are serious about professionalism, we have a course designed to train you about the craft of professional content creation. (The “art” is up to your talent and abilities.)

#5: Discipline

You may be a brilliant wordsmith and master strategist, but if you don’t devote yourself to the butt-in-chair time needed to produce a significant quantity of work, you won’t get where you want to go.

To a great degree, discipline is a set of habits that can be cultivated. As a writer, you can string together rituals, create the right work environment, and adopt the behaviors of productive writers.

As a working writer, you also need to throw in a set of habits that will ensure that you meet your deadlines, keep clients updated, and invoice your clients promptly.

If you care enough, you’ll do it. The habits can be difficult to put into place, but fortunately, once they’re in place, they tend to keep you on the right track. (That’s the difference between habits and will power.)

#6: The willingness to become a marketer

There is some money in writing fiction. (For the lucky few, there’s a great deal of money. Emphasis on few.)

There’s also still a little bit of money in journalism and feature writing, especially if you have excellent contacts.

But for the most part, if you want to make a living as a writer, the fastest, most enjoyable way to do that is to write content for businesses that want to find more customers.

It’s interesting, lucrative, very much in demand, and it will get you researching and investigating as many different topics as you like.

You might think that this kind of writing is boring to do. Far from it. Creating really good content (as opposed to the mass of junk that makes up 95 percent of web copy) will call on your skills as a storyteller, investigator, wordsmith, and historian.

A well-qualified content marketer needs all the skills of a great feature or fiction writer — combined with solid marketing strategy.

You also, of course, need to get comfortable marketing yourself. This can be surprisingly tough even for writers who create superb marketing for their clients.

“Create a bunch of content and hope someone wants to do business with you” won’t work for your writing business any more than it will for your clients’. You need to apply the same strategies and frameworks to your own business that you do to theirs.

If this doesn’t come naturally to you, don’t let that worry you. It doesn’t come naturally to a lot of good writers. But it’s something that’s well within your ability to learn. And we have some resources that can help.

#7: Support

One of the tough things about living as a professional writer is that the path you walk is one you make yourself.

There’s no one to tell you which direction to go, no one to give you sign posts along the way, and no one to outline your day for you and tell you where you need to be and when.

That’s also one of the fantastic things about living as a professional writer. But sometimes Fantastic is also Difficult.

Writing is a lonely business. And it can be just a little lonelier when you don’t have colleagues to bounce questions off of or share your gripes and triumphs with.

When you do find a community of writers, though, it’s a lovely thing. They’re some of the most funny, smart, and quirky people you’ll ever meet. And it just feels good to hang out with people who get you.

(Because your friends and family actually do think you’re sort of a weirdo.)

Where to find professional writers and content marketers

If you need a talented, passionate, skilled writer with terrific knowledge of marketing strategy, our Copyblogger Certified Content Marketers are ready to help with your projects.

You can find a complete list of them here: Certified Content Marketers.

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We prefer to keep our lives free of drama as much as possible while the reflective Moon visits bucolic Taurus. However, even the most casual relationships grow complicated when words miss the mark. A cavalier Mercury-Jupiter alignment seems like a cosmic invitation to exaggerate, but stretching the truth won't serve anyone's cause. Feelings deepen when the Sun and Moon both connect with passionate Pluto, requiring us to get real with one another.

A conversation with a friend can take you in a totally unexpected direction today. In fact, you may be touched by the fickle finger of fate when someone says something that acts like a catalyst and opens a new world of possibilities. But simply going along for a ride now is not on your agenda, even if you're being carried to a magical destination. Naturally, you want to have a hand in deciding your future. The manifestation of your dreams starts from within. Existentialist J.P. Sartre wrote, "We are our choices."

It was surprising that I went to sleep at 3:30 am and woke up at 7:00 am. I started a sort of cleanup on my desktop while watching a movie. It was very occupying for me to exercise my fingers with the little things at hand. I know it did much good for my desktop to get the needed attention I gave.

My mood of cleaning went much further than I thought it would. With a lot of help by Jessica, we cleaned and debugged the entire livingroom, dining area, kitchen, bathroom, and the two bedrooms. We took a couple of smoke breaks during the two hour expenditure of intense energy. Three desks, a LazyBoy love seat, a futon, and a queen sized bed were attacked vigorously. The results of our combined efforts was amazing and most satisfying in knowing that we were now happy with the condition of our home.

Did you know that you can work up a sweat at cleaning vigorously? Well,yes, you can do that or anything else for that matter. Any physical activity can be overdone to the point that sweat can appear in the most surprising places. I much prefer to sweat it out in a hot tub of soapy and sudsy water. The thing is that sweating is a good way to flush out lymphatic fluids laden with disease and waste materials. Go Lymph! Go!
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