Monday, January 31, 2022

New Monday

Monday’s usually feel ‘used’.  They start out tired and worn. I just get through them. Today I’m going to make Monday a new day. It’s not the first day of a week of work.  It’s the day I meet joy. I will live and love this Monday. Already I’ve greeted Madigan. He woke me by moving closer and lying up against me. Such affection. I’m pretty special to him.  When I’m not around apparently he whines. When I’m here he kind of bullies me so it’s a funny roommate arrangement. I’m the parent.  I was odd with my parents this way as a teen.  He’s a puppy still. Just moving into his second year.
It’s the last day of January.  This February I’m going to Scotland with Laura and that’s exciting.  I love these abrupt changes of pace. Right now I’m in work mode, maintaining routine.  Regular hours. Alarms.  Sitting at my desk.  Seeing or listening to one patient every 45 minutes.  Writing notes.  Struggling with the ancient medical software and all the glyphes of the 80’s .  Last week I replaced the printer again. 5 printers in 2 1/2 years of covid.  This one isn’t yet working with the Network.  Some glych.  
On the weekend the propane sensor died. I’ve Keven from Travl coming today or tomorrow to replace. In meantime I got out my electric blanket.  Turned the propane low. Glad the weather is getting warmer. Still, frost on the Harley cover.
Madigan had a good poop. He had his worm pills on the weekend after the vaccinations at the vet. He puked later.  I cleaned it up.  My carpets need cleaning. A summer job.  I was thankful he had well formed stool. I believe the worms were eliminated.
I did pull out the Hamm radio. I contacted Ralf’s about using the Satellite phone in Europe. It hadn’t worked in Moscow because I needed something unlocked for overseas.  I don’t know that I need it. I’m taking cellphone ipad and laptop.  I do like that this trip provides meaning and purpose. In my head I’ve been without direction, psssing time, working, paying bills.  I’m in a kind of limbo. I was ready for a 3 months travel about the US with my camper and truck or a month or two vacation north hunting and fishing. I’d like to avoid winter next year with more time south. I’m still working. It seems reasonable. It’s not so uplifting but useful.  There’s nothing wrong with what I’m doing. The question is only if it’s the ‘best’.  
Thank you Jesus for this day. Thank you Jesus for all the blessings. Christ watch over my family and friends and help them this day. Help me to be a better doctor and serve my patients well.  Thank you.. 








Sunday, January 30, 2022

Sacred Sun Day

The Sabbath was on Saturday but Constantine a Sun God worshipper despite becoming the first Christian emperor decreed that Sunday would be the day of worship.  Those Christians who worship on Saturday, despite being true to Christ are called ‘fringe’ and ‘minority’.  Politics is ever the choice of the least bad alternative. Continued persecution of Christians or accepting Constantine who hedged his bets on the ‘unseen God’.  
Yahweh, the Hebrew name of God, means ‘beingness’.  God is all.  St. John said ‘in the beginning is the Word’.  The sound of Om and the Celestial Spheres play throughout the physics of the String theory.
At old age I ask what it is I’m still here to accomplish.  I carry water and haul wood. I breath with great delight each day.  I lost some of my sense of smell leaving me extremely grateful for what I still have.  The rain is falling now. I”d just returned from walking Madigan, the cockapoo. Thankfully I was dressed but hadn’t done more than done blouse and skirt and there was Anna at the door with the collection of the mere cats. Anna is the Great Mother. She has 5 children, four she bore and one the child of her husband and their father Kevin. She had brought me golden scarf she had kniftted and a pink one for Laura.  We are blessed. 
Meanwhile the kids are trying to meet Madigan the puppy who is standing back cautious and uncertain but very curious. He’s not been around children much and only met these few and his nephews Covid does that. Keeps us apart.
Meanwhile I see these god children and Omnicron and long for the time of the Terrors to be over.  
In medieval times all in the village had to worthship the same way because if there was dissension by one this would anger the gods.  The Minority sould bring on the majority the wrath of primitive God.  God loves. God is all. But those who insist they know want God to be like them. God made in their eyes. Not the mystery. Not the great unknown. Not the father and the mother. Rather the ‘me’ God.  The God of this world. The State as God. All much worship as I do.  
Yesterday the Truckers convoyed to Ottawa objecting to the forced mandate and increasing government overreach.  The emergency powers of Covid are being extended by the cow Trudeau.  I don’t see what women see in him. His voice alone is so false, a grade B, porn star actor with a penchant for little girls.  He has made friends of the Godless Communists and the Muslims dictators whose people have never had the bravery of the Magna Carta. There is no Story of Wallace in the Middleeast.  The Jihadi is like the Borg. Last night I enjoyed watching the Viking episode when the Norseman with their Queen and shield maiden warriors invades the Saracen lands of Spain. I’ve just read of the Christians expelling the corrupt Berbers from Europe.
Now the United Nations Agenda 21 has allowed so many military aged men to move into Germany.  But then Germans have been taught self loathing and finance for decades.  It’s an odd politics with Putin and Russia on the border of Ukraine.  Here in Canada the Ukrainians are such a force like the Hong Kong and Taiwanese Chinese. Even so Xi Jinping having let the Covid 19 Frankenstein virus spread from the Wuhan Lab to wreck havoc on the world, turns out more aircraft carriers to claim the China Sea.   Communist China seems on the verge of collapse like USSR once was and a Republic is born.  Russia and China agree to make a Moon Base as the US goes forward with theirs. The new North America of Columbus time is in Outer Space.  
I consider life and pleasure.  Everything in moderation or else we call it a ‘sin’, a missing the mark
Cardinal Sins
1.PRIDE
2. GREED
3. WRATH
4. ENVY
5. LUST
6. GLUTTONY
7. SLOTH
These contrast the Heavenly Virtues
1. HUMILITY
2. CHARITY
3. PATIENCE
4. GRATITUDE
5. CHASTITY
6. TEMPERANCE
7。DILIGENCE

Looking at these lists I don’t feel very spiritually advanced.  I”m humbled.
Just read the most common deadly sin confessed to priests is lust for men and pride for women.  
I’d say I’m doing okay on humility but that’s an oxymoron there.  Charity I’m passing. Patience I am definitely ahead of yesterday.  Gratitude I’m doing flying colours at time.  Chastity failing. Temperance failing but okay with Diligence
So must working on Chastity and Temperance.  If I looked at the actual number of lustful thoughts or actions I’m doing really well compared to teens and twenties. Age is a distracting factor. I’ve a lowered libido, less interest, I’ve indulged in everything I every considered so like Buddha the desire is simply not there. I’ve a bad habit of eating and watching TV.  It’s not so much what I’m doing today that bothers me as what I’m not doing. I don’t feel the drive to achievement and am more or less muddling along. 
I continue to work and work is dharma, prayer, and definitely ‘right livelihood’ so that’s good. I ‘get by’.  With lockdowns and covid and isolation and the steady attack on all by my own government and the ignorance of neighbour or befuddled apathy I feel I’m ‘surviving’ and even ‘thriving’ at moments.  I described my planned trip to my grandfather’s home, the search for roots, the answering of the question ‘what next’.  I have done my years of the ‘profession’ and ‘calling’ of medicine but the College has reduced the role of clinician to a ‘job’ and I sometimes feel I’m contributing to their pride and evil. I no longer feel I’m on the ‘A” team.  I feel even Canada now is an increasingly third world country brought low by the corruption and utter evil of national leadership.  Right now I’m Don Quiote. I’m also old and Doystoyevski comes to mind and Tolstoy and Somerset Maugham.  I was fascinated by the mother and child representation of art with with Ageism everywhere I might well be reflecting on the old.  I say I don’t know what I’m going to do when I grow up. Retirement looms and yet I continue to work.  I call my trip and movement now ‘kedging’. I feel with last year I was on a shoal.  I wonder about sailing again. Crossing the Atlantic or sailing to the Caribbean often pass through my mind but mostly I think of an RV and camper.  Recently I thought again of the hunting and fishing trip through northern BC.  I wondered about another year of moose meat barbecue.  There’s a possibility.  I just don’t know. I’m in limbo and without a plan do the same old same old. 




Friday, January 28, 2022

Frosty Friday

Frost on the cover of the Harley.  Clear fresh air. I gave thanks for that first deep breath. I looked at Madigan looking at me under the mop of hair and smiled. I’m blessed to have such a good friend.  He sleeps with me at night on the bed his little butt pressed up against my side. I wake to « I believe’. It’s Friday. I have a little work to do this morning and take Madigan for his vaccines and boosters this afternoon. 
I’ve errands to run.  Getting ready for Scotland.  It’s given meaning and purpose to my life lifting me out of the winter doldrums of listening to the grief and despair brought by the lockdowns.  I’m concerned about several sick friends. Life goes on. Heart attacks happen.  Hips break.  Discussing loss with a friend whose day is changed since his sponsor died and the daily phone calls ended.
I took a picture of tulip shoots yesterday. Hope. Today it was the beautiful pastel sunrise.  Politics persists.  It’s not the thing of morning breathing and meditation. I’m watching Vikings and no doubt life is better today.  We live longer. The idea of looking forward to slaughter doesn’t jump to mind. I’m reading the history of Scotland and it’s constant wars between clans and invasions by England. Peace is good.  I’m pleased I can work from home and feel safe here.
Propane came yesterday. I thank the man who filled the bottles I left out front.  It’s a great convenience.  Last winter two bottles lasted a week at the worst. This year it was four. Now I ‘m back to 2 and 3.  Very costly with inflation and gouging taxes to pay for the national government corruption.  
I recommend Monty Python’s « Always look on the Bright Side of Life ».  No wonder Buddha said Desire is the root of suffering.  I remember that an ‘expectation is a preformed resentment’.  I make plans but know God is in charge.  I hope for the best. I pray for the best.  I’m blessed today. I am still able to get down on the floor and exercise. It always reminds me of seeing my father doing this when he was 10 years older than I am today. What an inspiration that man was.  I liked planting trees with my brother who didn’t believe he’d see the fruits of his labours. Now I look at pictures of his grandchildren.  My great nephews are so cute.  Life goes on. The Old Cliche.  
Thank you Jesus. Thank you Creator. As Paramahansa Yogananda taught « I bow to the saints of all religions. ». May I know you more and more today God and may I do thy will. Thank you. 





Monday, January 24, 2022

New Day, new week

Madigan and I just saw Laura off. Having her over for the weekend was wonderful.  Good excuse to do little, chat, watch tv, do errands and eat great meals.  Madigan was in heaven. Laura is his mommy but he forgets at times with his psychotic puppy brain and thinks she’s his girlfriend, trying to hump her leg when I’m not watching.  Aim called Gilbert ‘the humper’.  I’m thinking this is why young males get kicked out of the cave.  In fairness he’s actually learning the commands ‘no’, and ‘down’. 
It really was great having this time together. The Saturday outing was a trip to a couple of Bosley’s looking for his favourite Tikki food, specifically Greece, and a new water bottle attachment for trips in the truck
Linda Nankov at Flight Centre organized our holiday accommodation with no penalties if we had to cancel 48 hours before. With Covid and quarantine rules I didn’t want to be ‘locked’ into a hotel room.  
Thaun Vo at Rand and Fowler who takes care of all my vehicle insurance is arranging for us to have travel insurance .  It was exciting to be planning with Laura.
Then the two of us began thinking of camping this summer.
Last month it was so bleak. I had difficulty getting out of bed and getting through the day.  It’s the sun’s effect. 
I even charged the battery on my Harley. It was a time as usual to try and find how to remove the seat to get to the battery but I found the battery charger without difficult and the ratchets and screw driver. The whole process went without a glych.
We were sorry to hear a friend had a heart attach when the heart arteries were already too small for a stint. He had emergency open heart surgery and now has a 6 month recovery period. We’re so glad he lived. He’s a wonderful man.  So many of these guys with a ‘big heart’ seem to care for everyone till their actual heart bursts.  I’m pleased he didn’t work himself to death and I’m really pleased the scientific advances in cardiology are so advanced.  
We got more gummy vitamins. Laura turned me on to them.  Candy medicine.  I could only find Vitamin D in the Sesame Street brand so that’s what I’ve got.  When I was a kid everything that was good for you tasted terrible.
We even bought Madigan a new thin dog bed he hasn’t eaten yet. He eviscerated both the stuffed ones.  I changed the sheets and comforter covers and pillow cases because Laura was coving over. It really was nice to have clean sheets. I blame her for the work, like I blame her for all the comfort and luxury I add in my life not admitting I really enjoy it too. The joke is the guys call the camper, ‘Laura’s camper’ because she’d done her time tenting and wanted a shower and more protection from the bears.  I love the camper and was pleased to learn this weekend that it will be ready for spring and summer camping.  
It’s so hard to believe how good I feel when before Christmas I was literally crawling on my belly to the finishing line, so disheartened and depressed and fatigued with such a daily grind of chronic pain  Then Harrisons and the hot springs and more time with Laura and now I’m actually feeling joyful and hopeful.
Dr. Bonnie Henry is rolling back the pandemic to endemic status.  The tracking and tracing has finally stopped. I’ll be glad when the lockdowns are totally lifted.  It’s happening in Europe.  
I’m very thankful.  The weather is supposed to be warm like this for a few more days. We had fog with the inversion.  
It’s a new day, a new week, a new year. I wrote a song and played it and recorded it and was thankful people were kind.  I even played guitar again this week.  Too much time is spent on social media.  I’ve been reading a lot of books and watching tv, often with a travel perspective. The History of Modern ARt, the History of Scotland, the Stuart MacBride Scottish detective novels set in Aberdeen, the Louvre.  I completed my MOCOMP cycle successfully again despite 2020 Covid restriction. I may attend the positive psychology conference here in the summer or go to IDAA or both. I’ve so enjoyed attending the IDAA meetings on line, seeing all the old friends, feeling connected.  I’d not realized how disconnected I’d become. It was a bit like early days covid when the Rolling Stones ‘living in a ghost town’ summed it up. Now it’s just the tedium.  The Trucker Drive on Ottawa is taking place. I think Trudeau winning the election was the point when I lost faith in elections and concluded that the digital elections were open to fraud . If smart guys can hack everything else it’s got to be no difficulty hacking elections. Obviously Trudeau is who the Communist Chinese Army wants as Prime Minister.  I think of Wallace Freedom and realize the majority of recent immigrants unlike refugees are economic migrants who don’t share the ‘values’ that we knew as Canadians, « True North Proud and Free. ». Just like every other third world country we have this dictator want to be with all the corruption we once thought was Africa or Asia’s but is now the Canadian model. I talked to South Americans’ and they’re only surprised that we were optimistic.  We watched Matrix Resurrected.  
The truth is within.  The storms come and go like on the boat but the sun shines and fair winds and following seas eventually arrive. Spring is always so beautiful in Vancouver. The daffodils and crocuses and the returning birds.  It’s all so uplifting. 
I’m so blessed. Thank you Jesus. Thank you God of God. Thank you Lord of Lords.  Hallelujah!!!!













 

Sunday, January 23, 2022

Sunday with Laura and Madigan

Madigan was in my bed licking my face. Laura beside me. I ignored him so he turned his attention on her. Lo and behold he roused her. Next thing I know they’re going out the door with him for a morning walk.  
Last night I barbecued Costco steaks with potatoes and Brussels sprouts.  A terrific meal enjoyed by Madigan , Laura and me. We watched Matrix Ressurection .  My thoughts create my life and group thought creates reality. The power of propaganda. The blue pill for the state elite reality, we’re just slave batteries providing the machine energy.  The red pill we are ‘free’.  I loved the first Matrix. This is the fourth. I loved that it was co-opted as a ‘video game’.  Corporate consumer reframing.  Love will set us free. I love the romance era.  All you need is love.  
Laura and I did a run to Bosley’s with Madigan. We’re looking for his favourite food and getting toys we can leave with him when we go away. I’ve got a new bed and he immediately lay down on it knowing it was his. So far he hasn’t chewed it. I love hearing that Molly Laura’s sister’s dog is a chewer. I look at my dog like parents look at kids and blame themselves for their misbehaviour.  The only bad company he keeps is me.
I’ve been liking my home.  Bigger than my boat. With better amenities. I lost water in the winter months when the dock lines would freeze and I’d shower at work to conserve water.  Winter now is looking like the worst is past.  I found it a hard winter with covid.  The pool and hot tub was restricted and that was tough given the hot tub is such a source of comfort for my back and swimming my favourite exercise after walking.  We certain do a lot of river walking here. But Madigan and I found more unsavoury types were in the woods and mostly I walked around the park. This was good because Madigan and my friends were doing that to so we’d have these marvellous outings and talks with other guys while their little dogs strutted with the power of the pack.
I did go through a bit in December with anxiety about aging and immobility but thanks to Dr. Reddy the chiropractor I got over that hump with hope and a little more flexibility and less pain. I remember a similar time when I got the hanging upside down contraption. It’s all psychosomatic and I feel like such a whiner.  Self pity.  Anger turned inward. 
Work has been disheartening with so many people having social problems rather than bio psycho problems. The problems are of government and world and so many are just old or marginal and inflation hurts them most. 
I’ve chosen the path that seemed most ‘needed’ and what ‘God’ wanted and not gone for the ‘big bucks’.  Others don’t have the opportunity to turn their back on millions yet I have on several occasions.  Now I wonder.  I’m working and can so easily fall into the trap of comparing. When my friend Peter headed down to Palm Springs I knew I could retire and do the same but no I continue to work because I can.  
Laura works for a doctor who keeps working and I kind of think of being in no rush to change because I imagine travelling south in the RV with Laura. Other days I think of a sex change, or at least breasts and a face lift and wardrobe and Travels with Madigan or Girl like Me riding off into the sunset to be a travel writer.  I don’t know if I need the transgender shift since in the tropics I’m happy living in Sarong or shorts.  With Laura I’m content muddling along even with the prospect of being the old man. We’ll be travelling together for a month and I just enjoy ‘us’.  Yet with the abuse that arose in marriage and dealing with the family insanity having no place to escape for the incessant demands of work and home I fear ever being devoured again.  “I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul’,, the immortal lines of Dylan always come back to me another time.
Today I live in the day.  I know that when I feel anxious it’s because I’m slipping into future thinking and if I’m feeling self pity I’m selectively extracting the negatives from my memory,.
I’ve had an amazing life. I was so blessed with loving caring parents. I was gifted but the school I attended only hurt me so much compared to other gifted children I knew. I was able to learn a lot and had great teachers and the principal not really that bad.  I’ve know far worse administrators especially the lying psychopath hospital administrator and the government health care sociopath administrator. By contrast I was blessed to have Dr. Jack Hildes, Dr. Nady el Guebaly, Dr. Bebchuck as amazing doctors and administrators.  I even loved working with the psychiatrist Dr. Brown.  So when I’m honest my mind goes to the amazing men and mentors I’ve know like Dr. James Houston, Dr. Phillip Ney, men who had run schools, a chancellor and yet good through and through.  When I have misgivings about the leadership and what rises to the top and Peter Principle I can reflect more truly on the likes of Dr. Carl Ridd being a good man and having a senior position. That I didn’t survive the beurocracy was because I didn’t tolerate killing near me. I have stopped a dozen rapes and domestic violence in the community by rushing to assist when I was younger. Older I don’t presume I am needed.  A half dozen plane flights I had to save a life but only after I waited for no other doctor to step forward when the attendants called for a doctor. I remember I rushed forward to volunteer as a young intern.  I was such a ‘do gooder’ and super hero and would have gladly walked away from the man who died because the head of psychiatry made the decision. But when he lied and said he’d not been there and that I’d made the call, I was thankful I’d copied the notes showing it was his order that caused the death not mine.  But the other doctors who looked the other way always remained memorable.  I ‘ve know colleagues who were intelligent and others who were cowards and stupid and worse liars.  I put my life and reputation and career on the line over and over again to protect patients who never knew the forces of evil they were facing.  It’s a weird legacy and I too often focus on the bad guy. The night the hospital administrator wanted me to disconnect my patient so he’d die, screaming at me. Well he called in the head of medicine and the head of medicine backed me and came in at 4 am to tell the hospital administrator that Dr. Hay was doing the ‘right thing’.  Dr . Gutowski did his best to protect me from the quite evil forces that took my ex in her addiction.  
I’ve learned a lot but rather than focus on the positive I’ve a mental illness , broken search engine that pulls up the terror first. I was only held hostage once but that’s where my mind goes. Identification with the aggressor.  The Winnipeg Police who came to my assistance aren’t where my mind goes but rather to the threats and fears. I survived. I thrived and I wasn’t alone.
Yet my mind doesn’t reflect on all the good times and good people. Like the divorced people who dwell on their ex’s at the end and forget the early days and often years of joy. My ex’s were like that, literally years of bliss then something changed and neither of us did the maintenance.  If you want to know why a marriage breaks up it’s almost certain that people stopped doing the annual repairs and the explanation can be found in the final year. All the negatives we put up with in relationships just one day become the point at which we decide to stop throwing good money after bad.  I almost feel guilty if I dwelling on the great passion and kinky sex I had in dating and early marriage, marvellous lustful times of great joy and the wonderful feeling of love and belonging.  
I would have a google that brings forth all the good times first. I’d like to see my mother and father smiling. I remember them laughing camping.I remember my brother and I bicycling.  Such good times.  I loved my brother making me grilled cheese sandwich when he was left to care for me , my parents gone out. I thought he was so brilliant because I couldn’t even be trusted then to work the stove let alone make a wonderful creation like a grilled cheese sandwich. I love remembering my mom patiently untangling my fishing lines or knitting socks.  The wagon wheel stories and hockey days are wonderful
I loved playing at recess with the girls and boys, canoeing at scout camp and the YMCA.  It’s a wonderful story. I’m so blessed and so thankful today.
Madigan is lying outside the bathroom whining and grumpy that Laura is in side having her bath and shower and not including him. It’s a joy to see those two interact. She treats him like a kid, distracting him when he’s up to mischievous. I’m like my father,  loud commanding. It’s hilarious our dog family.  
I am so blessed.  I have sat in nature and church and been touched by the Holy Spirit feeling as if I would burst with the joy. Meditating hours I’ve felt such peace. I used to run and climb mountains.  Sailing oceans. All the images are there in my mind, great swaths of joy and blessing and I’ve search engine that takes me to a petty resentment or a time I was done wrong, the old tribal Celtic revenge porn memory fault.  Today I’d sing the body electric. I loved the beauty of the fog in the park .  It’s still there the naked trees softened by the fog as it filters the light and blurs the vision.  
Thank you Jesus for this day. Thank you God of Gods.  Thank you Lord of Lords.  







Wednesday, January 19, 2022

 Hump Day

Wednesday . Hump Day. I’m pleased I made it. 
I feel burnt out and depressed some days.  The work week is more strenuous. The depression, anxiety and despair is palpable. There are too many calls and demands for letters and forms. Insurance companies, lawyers, all these folk peripheral to health care co opting health care resources.  More and more the patient may die as long as the chart lives. More and more the recording is for administration and not for the patient.  I’m asked to write 15 minutes for every 15 minutes. I see the patient.  Half the health care resources are taken for the bulging administration. Peace time army. I’m feeling lonely on the front lines. Not understood.  So much I read and hear misses the mark I worry. I push back fear. I’m anxious. I’m isolating.  
I used to be sick every winter. I lost a week in sick days, repeated colds through winter. I’d have injuries in summer. This last 2 years of Covid and isolation I’ve had no illness but the psychosomatic back pain that comes and goes. My self pity sometimes.  Get down of the cross, we can use the wood.
I push back the encroaching darkness. Winter is passing and I feel that spring and summer will lift my mood. I’m sun deficient and all day long with negativity takes me back to the place where I say I want to be a talent scout. I want people to come with their best song and dance. But no, I see people at their worst and struggle to rise to the occasion, lending ego. My ego is fragile. Not egotistical ego but the Freudian ego, the executive function that balances the desires of the state and the desire of the child within. I want to run away to the warm and camp. I want to walk in the sand. But I fear if I did I’d not come back.  
Now I’m preparing to walk where my grandfather did.  I wish I’d spent more time with him when I was younger. With age I’ve learned to love and admire and cherish so much I took for granted when I was a child.  
I laughed listening to Jordan Peterson describing the third world scheduling in Canada today, the unreliability of government services like Africa and Asia.  The corruption reeks in high places. I muddle along . It’s been decades since we had lights in the OR.  We operate with candles while the elite fly private jets to orgies.
I have a mind that slips so easily into anger at authority and resentment and fear.  All is God. So what is this anger at God and fear of God. God made Justin Trudeau. God made Hitler. God made George Soros.  God is good all the time. I know these are the manure for the tulips that grow and bloom.  I would not know good without evil. I am taught to forgive. I must forgive the liars in the media. I forgive so my mind isn’t focused on the negative.
I share my experience, strength and hope. I don’t rent my mind out for free to negative. I want my mind focused on the positive. I want to see the goodness. My aunt never said a bad word about people, a great Baptist lady. Her silences were legendary.  She would never utter Trudeau’s name anymore than she would invoke Satan.
So what was good this week. My tired mind jumps to the negative. I did so enjoy the walks with Madison. The air is so fresh after the snow and rain. I’ve enjoyed inhaling deeply in the morning at the beginning of our river walk and thanking the Lord for Breath and Air and Lungs and the lingering sense of smell I retain since the medications took out half my sense of smell years back.  Now I am thankful that my body moves.  I have pain at times but mostly walking I’m free of pain and the old dancer body is uplifted by motion. I feel the joints move and frankly I think my back is angry at the size of my belly. Parts of the body are like siblings. My gut is an elite these days as I suffer gluttony and sloth snacking watching Netflix.
I was thankful for the people who thanked me for my annual songs,  
I’m planning for the trip to Scotland praying that I dont’ get Covid, that the tests are negative and we don’t have to deal with quarantines.  Laura is coming over this weekend for us to make the next step of arranging accommodation and transportation.  I want to see the great accomplishments of man in Museums and Galeries. I want to see the castles of my family. I want to walk in the hallowed hallways of Oxford, that place where I chose to leave the world of dance and theatre and return to scholarship.  I’ve done my time in the trenches of medicine and now hope to reflect and write more.  
It’s time to work.
I’m really blessed. It’s a good day. I must always check my preception like that great book, ‘new pair of glasses’.  It’s my glasses that are dirty and bespectacled not the world and not my life. I simply have to take out the cloth and clean them off to see the glory of God and Gods’ creation. I am so blessed and so thankful to have feeling and breath. I love the colours of creation.  Thank you. I love the story of Jesus.  All is well.  Thank you God.





Monday, January 17, 2022

Gratitude Monday

Thank you for the air. Thank you for breath. Thank you for O2 and C02. Thank you for the periodic table. All the wonders of life. Thank you for family and friends. Thank you Madigan and other pets. Thank you for the potted Christmas cactus plant. Thank you for colours. Thank you for feelings. Thank you for thought. Thank you for movement. Thank you for the sun. Thank you for the mood. Thank you for oceans and continente. Thank you motorcycles and sailboats. Thank you for food. Thank you for vegetables. Thank you for chocolate and honey. Thank you for meat. Thank you for tables and chairs and doors. Thank you for refridgerators. Thank you for great literature. Thank you for cameras and pictures. Thank you for rifles and swords. Thank you for cutlery. Thank you for vacuum cleaners. Thank you for librarians. Thank you for chiropractors. Thank you for colleagues. Thank you for hot water and toilets. Thank you for soap and shampoo. Thank you for carpets. Thank you for speace ships and Mars. Thank you for Toronto. Thank you for Vancouver. Thank you for Scotland. Thank you for Canada. Thank you for Ireland. Thank you for Winnipeg. Thank you for Saipan. Thank you for San Francisco. Thank you for LaPaz. Thank you for the Sea of Cortex and the Pacific Ocean. Thank you for Ethiopia. Thank you for Israel. Thank you for Italy. Thank you for Russia. Thank you for Jesus Christ and Christianity. Thank you for the Trinity. Thank you for medicine women and Druid’s. Thank you for nephews and family. Thank you for beautiful women and kind souls. Thank you for children. Thank you for mathematics and physics.  Thank you for levels. Thank you for pencils. Thank you for computers and iPads. Thank you for Kindle. Thank you for the smell of the air after the rain. Thank you for the warm winds that are beginning to blow away the winter cold. Thank you for the clean roads after the snow and slush. Thank you for Arizona.  Thank you for Louisiana. Thank you for Costa Rica. Thank you for the Bahamas.  Thank you for fish bowls. Thank you for ovens and microwaves .Thank you for ladders. Thank you for binoculars. Thank you for 4x4’s and RV’s. Thank you for camping. Thank you for the Vancouver Symphony. Thank you for Song. Thank you for church. Thank you for concerts. Thank you for Stanley Park. Thank you for the wharf. Thank you for airplanes. Thank you for flight. Thank you for all.








Sunday, January 16, 2022

Warm Sunday

I rode my Vespa yesterday. This morning I took Madigan on the long river walk. He was enthusiastic as usual. I realized I’d walked less in the snow and sleet keeping our dog walk to the immediate park. It was good to walk further. I felt the exercise.  I’m hoping I’ll be fine for all the walking planned on vacation.  Art Galleries and Museums.  Walking around towns.  It’s actually easier to walk on those vacations given so much to see and such distraction. My river walk is highlighted by the birds but there weren’t even mallards today.  Winter still.  Spring is in the air. I can smell the coming sun.
Another friend is taking a cake. I’ve been on zoom meetings this week, my schedule ‘clicking’ with some doctors meetings even.  I’ve such a heavy work week.  This demand for me to drop everything and deal with an ancient case from decades ago when the lawyers want me again as the ‘expert witness’, a continued claim for damages. The medical opinions all align but the participants won’t agree and I don’t see that I can say any more today than I did then and I’ve written all I knew then and today it’s a different world. I’ve not even seen any of the people for a decade or more so don’t know why this is even a priority in the midst of covid when a week doesn’t go by with a patient today expressing suicidal ideation. So many are all alone and facing overwhelming stressors and its well reported talking to a psychiatrist briefly, not me, just one of my rank and training, stops the crisis. I’ve so enjoyed advising family physicians remembering when I was a family physician and how difficult the psychiatric patients were compared to infectious disease or other areas of medicine. I thought of it as three dimensional chess and the challenge attracted me as much as the fact that the mentally ill and addicted were most discriminated against.
Now I’m here on a Sunday with a free day and a dog. I admire others who are going on local adventures. On FB I see that friends are going out for hikes and taking their dogs to ‘special dog walks’.  I did that when I lived on the north shore and we had that wonderful off leash dog walk where Gilbert met all his little friends. Here Madigan has several friends and on nice days we walk as a group, the gang, and Madigan is so happy to be ‘apart of’.  Mostly he dominates me as his ‘human’.  I have to remember as I read ‘chewing’ is the equivalent for Madigan. So many toys and bones have been consuméd here while I have read countless books.  
I’m enjoying Stuart McBride’s detective series set in Aberdeen. The stories are reminiscent of Ian Rankin crime novels but lighter and more chaotic.  Logan is the classic smart but somewhat jaded Clint Eastwood sort.  Ian Rankins police are more like the Irish family in the NYPD series of Tom Selleck.  I enjoyed Carole Lawerences Edinburgh detective series too. Preparation for travel. I’m plodding through the history of Scotland. Increasingly history seems mostly one group fighting another. Great tribal wars. I just read the history of the Moorish invasion of Spain, the betrayal of a Christian King assistant the Muslim conquest. It was Al-Andulsa to the Muslim empire.  500 years of conquest. I just read a Griff Hosker historical fiction book of the early el cid , The Castilian Knight, the first of the Reconquista Chronicles, set in the years of the downfall of the Muslim Empire .  
I like historical fiction. I read it beside a regular history book and enjoy the interpretation and it certainly helps make the often drab history come alive.
So more reading today.  I imagine I could take the Vespa out for a ride. I don’t have to. I’ve avoided people as much as possible with Omnicron.  I just down want to get sick.  It’s a bit like whether some one asked me if I wanted to get bit by one flea or many and I’d say none. There’s little congregation of people that needs my physical presence so I’m actually enjoying the isolation though I can tell it’s affecting me somewhat. I’m feeling that cabin fever isolation a bit.  I don’t feel connected with others though the zoom meetings help. I notice that all my connections are old connections and I’m not make ‘new’ connections like I used to in meetings and church and school.  I’m living off the ‘savings’ of good friends of old.  
The forecast is for the post covid times to begin this spring.  After I come back from overseas and begin camping again I expect I’m just going to accept the risk and get on with socialization. I look forward to rallies and concerts.  I’ll certainly be social as a tourist overseas but fear quarantine before I go or before I come back.  It doesn’t affect my work though I miss the colleagues . I actually had a lovely pleasant dreams of my colleagues in the clinic, chatting with staff and clinicians around the kitchen area enjoying the brilliance of my associates.  I’m so intrigued by these interesting people. As we get older each person has a story. I hear the negative, sadness, tragedy in work but would love to hear more of the positives. I actually must write more of the good times.
I’ve had flashes of my past, the beautiful times with ex’s , the dancing, the cross country skiing, the down hill skiing, the boating, the bicycle rides, the love making, the concerts. The nights talking over coffee, the parties.  I am so thankful when these memories arise. I’m weary of the resentments that come forward and I do all I can to dispel. My past is a garden and I don’t need to focus on the worms but that’s what I tend to. When I raised chickens I loved the individuals characters and their eggs and all the egg recipes and the joy but more often my mind takes me to the infestation of the rats and my one man war like Cuddyshack against these invaders.  Today because I’m happy I can laugh at that but then I was wearied and self pitying over the frequent failures to dispel the little beasts.  
I had mice here and am so thankful that these little blue light machines that emit this particular frequency have disturbed them enough to to move along.  No more mice. I still wonder about having a cat and think about another one missing my cats I’ve had over the years. 
I liked that they were Interdimensional beings and felt that they protected me as my dog does.  The ‘pack’ each in it’s own way wanting the group to survive.  
The sun has actually broken through the clouds.  Hallelujah. 







Saturday, January 15, 2022

Saturday morning, January 2022. Life Goes On,

I woke from pleasant dreams of family past and friends in a sea side villa. It was good to wake to Madigan my dog beside me. I scooped him up to me and rough housed in the bed for a bit. He’s still a puppy at a year and a half and could do this all morning.  Play.
I’ve a day before.  It’s 7:30 am and dark outside. Low clouds and some fog.  Warm though. The arctic cold front has passed and we’re having some air flow from the tropics.  I listen to the weather and feel the changes reminiscent of my sailing solo days in the Pacific.  Now the weather isn’t life or death but speaks more to my comfort. Each morning I’ve enjoyed inhaling. That first deep breath of air that tastes of the weather and the near by forest.  I remember the smell of tropical landfall a day or more before i could see island mass in binoculars. The scent of life.
The TB meds I had to take for a year cost me so much of my sense of smell.  Now it may be coming back or it’s still just that capacity for musky smells, smoke and sense I retained when the floral scents were mostly lost.  Now I just enjoy that deep breath in the morning. It’s something I ‘remember” to do, like giving thanks to God.  This creation is his.  Perhaps some over self of my own .I’m a child god. Creation a family affair.  I don’t know. It’s the mystery I’ve explored all my life. Time to write books considering how many I’ve read.  
I still work.  It’s safe and known. I serve. What I do is useful in the day to day. It’s belittled by the powers that be.  Overseers and agents think little of the services I provide.   I feel the heavy weight ageism and the young Turks. Christophobia rules.  I speak the holy name many times daily.  
Now I’m preparing to go overseas again. Another adventure.  The risk and uncertainties imposed by Covid and politics and threat of war all make the experience more poignant. Like love in the time of cholera. Even now I nap some days on the couch after reading a history of Scotland or art of the Louvre, waking to check the military news to see if the chinese barbarians have invaded more territory together.  The cries of Tibet still sing round the world.  The enslavement of Hong Kong is reminiscent of the Japanese incursion.  Taiwan is like Gibraltar, a beacon of light in the darkness of Asia.  Thailand, Vietnam, South Korea and Singapore all watch with concern as the behemoth’s aetheist eyes turn on them , it’s gaping salivating mouth moving over the whole of the pacific as its head swings from side to side looking for weakness.  
Canada meanwhile is wearing bell bottoms. The PM’s mother was a stoner sexaholic hippy who raised her son without any knowledge of reality. This silly sock boy vacuous as drug addicts saying the ‘budget will balance itself’ while his friends enjoy the party and orgies at my expense. They call these food and wine and sex fests ‘climate change conferences’. All the private jets gather to produce more private jets. I miss when the celebrities created Canns and the politicians with taste for art joined them there.  Now the cartoon moguls attend these pseudoscientific talk fests and self congratulate their pompous selves.
I’m outside myself. There’s this core of love and piece, That divine within. The namaste me and this other.  The hurt and wounded and fearful.  Jesus commanded ‘Do not be afraid’. I create a new horror to tease my thoughts each day. One day it’s poverty, next its disease, then it’s dementia,. My back hurts with the psychosomatic work of carrying my self created burdens of the world.  Who made me sheriff. Get down off the cross we can use the wood.  My mind flits here and there seeking cause for self pity or self aggrandizement. This cellular computer so battered with Trojans and worms. 
I am a gift child.  
There is too much anger. There is still too much fear.
I meditate each day and go to that safe place within where God or the anonymous one meets me.  Like Adam touching God on the Cristine chapel ceiling, I raise my finger.  Energy.  The Big Bang.
There is growing light in the sky The stick fingers of trees reaching for the sky have separated from the earlier blobs of darkness,  With the effort to get up and come this far, even drink a coffee I’m tempted to lie down again
Madigan is searching his array of food containers for breakfast. I opened cans and he prefers to eat them a day later,  I am bunkered down with Covid and lockdowns and isolation and contentment in my Hobbit cave.  I would flow with creativity and complete any one of the half done books I’ve made inroads on  Yet the idea of lying down on the couch and hoping for some inspiration and energy to rise to the day.  I normally walk during the week this time. It’s a good way to begin but it’s Saturday and the darkness delayed me.Now I’d like to have a nap.  This is the way with age,  
I’m considering taking three ibuprofens or nsaids.  It stems the pains that interfere with upward flight. I’m grounded by my suffering,   My immortality is challenged by the body finally forcing me to listen. A nap calls,  It’s that or another Ethiopian expresso coffee to flogg the mind and body on through the day.  
I began an Aberdeen detective novel, I could write my own place in a local clime, Yet like the pizza I had from Me and Ed’s why bother when I can have one ready made or off the rack A story for the day.  
I could cry too,  She said she sobbed on her birthday.  I knew how she felt.  This war of work and life continues. When I look back I see the demeaning humiliating pompous pontificating leaders so full of themselves, so safe in their identification with the aggressors, so deeply afraid , pointing guns at our backs as they send us out into the abyss to keep the enemy from themselves our deaths a sacrifice for their hedonistic parasitic existence.  I am weary with fighting disease before me and these free loaders behind me.  
Jesus, the perfect man or God, was crucified by government and church,  What hope have I an imperfect private, not general high born, or billionaire or wiseman.  I am just a little guy.  It’s been a good run I thought so many times I’d fail or die and yet I’ve got back up and carried on so today I can blow my own horn and the beasts of the jungle know me.  I’ve survived dinosaurs.
Another cup of coffee and a hand full of anti infllamatories,  Joints that are flexible and move smoothly are better companions. It’s all about the lubricants.
Dawn is definitely upon us. The sky is white with overcast but I can hope for blue.  I will walk the dog soon. Perhaps after a nap or a wee lie down.  I could read the social media and be inspired by the young who climb the mountains and the old that dance.  The pictures of breakfast activities will be pouring in. There is so much hope in the group.  Faces of recovery. Old friends.  Wrinkles of laughter.  We look at each other through time and photographs. Digital spaces.  The dog has eaten a little caesar. I’m slave to his bowels. I fear he’ll get fed up with me not walking him outside somewhere. I hope he poops but more often than not it’s just an excursion for social dog communication of sex and aggression.  I’m fixated on ensuring faeces and urine remain outside. There are still accidents, rarely, but my own fault. Messages of, “i tried to hold it’.   You disrupted my schedule. He’s a creature of habit and today I’ve stopped the week day routine to wait for the light that is now upon us.  But a nap calls.









Tuesday, January 11, 2022

New Year 2022

It’s another new year.

I thought I”d die in the Kennedy Missile Crisis as the sirens blared
And we kneeled beside the school wall kissing our asses good bye.
Country Joe and the Fish sang our song in later the years
This Beatles gave us hope.
We were hippies fearing the expansion of war to nuclear.
We guessed we’d not live till 30.
Then Acid rain was going to kill us and the Ozone layer escape
Millennial madness hit and the computer were supposed to die en mass
Still 9-11 and the Dessert Storm Arms Bazaar carried on then Afghanistan
Spotted creatures became extinct then reappeared. We cried for the pretty ones.
Some one finally fed the Africans.  
The Arctic was supposed to disappear. Al Gore said so and made millions of dollars 
It remained.  Despite a trillion dollars little changed but the weather. 
Real estate prices in Winnipeg didn’t rise but ocean front property sky rocketed.
Vancouver because the most expensive real estate in the world and a source of great money launderer.
Oceans rising and skies falling, Obama bought in a tiny black water front community in a white enclave
Rodney Dangerfield was not forgotten. Trump and Biden gave the comics rich material
Trudeau looked like a meth addict staying in his mother’s basement flying private jets to millionaires islands.
The truth is more fantastic than fiction,
All the while China built armies and white porn of American girls sold to excess army age males.
White girls.
Racism. 
26 churches burnt to the ground in Canada. Religious persecution.  
I went to work.   I’d survived car crashes, truck crashes, motorcycle crashes, boat crashes and plane crashes.
I thought I’d die over and over again.  Patients pointing guns at me when I said no to demands for illegal drugs.
My dog killed as warning by gangs. The administration always blaming me.  Perfectionism demanded by the peevish
I’m still here. I’ve died so many times in my mind. He told me he would see that I never left and my mind would be his.
There is evil. I have looked in the face of the lowest banal bullies and might in right in their world.
Steal a little and they put you in jail. Steal a lot and they make you king.
I’ve found reading Voltaire and Solomon appealing. I know Jesus.  
My favorite song is ‘always look on the bright side of life’.
And Wilbury’s, ‘we’re going to the end of the line’.
I’ve died in my mind countless times.
The Muslim gang screaming ‘infidel. Infidel’ ripping the cross from my throat and trying to put me on the ground to kick me.
I’ve run from everything. I’m a coward. I avoid pain and I flee.
Boys bleeding kicked in the head, another gang trying to corner me , I ran, but bodies blocked the way.
I’m afraid.  I have these recurring intrusive thoughts of bullies in high place letting me know I can disappear.
They’re surrounded by men with guns and sit in pristine expensive offices in high buildings.
I work the streets. I’m down in the muck. I dodged the knife.  I did die of the diseases those with me did.
I got some. I’ve been sick.  I’ve wanted to die I’ve been so sick.
Yet here I am another year.
I pray and mediate and look to God today and tomorrow. Life beyond.  Yea though I walk in the valley of the shadow of evil.
It’s a new year,  I’m weary.  This last year was hard. Some years are.  
I don’t want to think of Nuremberg each day. 
I don’t want to be reminded of the evil of history and the banality of evil,
I don’t want to face the dangerous stupidity. 
I want to run away but there is only death and it’s just a walk
Keep on truckin,
God is good all the time.
Thank You Jesus for another year.
 

Monday, January 10, 2022

Gratitude Monday 2022

Thank you for the air to breathe, God. Thank you for Madigan. Thank you for sleep and good dreams. Thank you for fire. That you for feelings. Thank you for perception and introspection. Thank you for doctors. Thank you for heal. Thank you for indoor plumbing and running water. Thank you for showers. Thank you for vehicles and internal combustion. Thank you for sky and trees. Thank you for sunshine Thank you for carpets. Thank you for legs. Thank you for watches and tech and windows. Thank you for clothes. Thank you for communications with your Thank you for prayer and meditation. Thank you for like minded people. Thank you for means of protection. Thank you for meals Thank you for kitchens . Thank you for television. Thank you for books. Thank you for electricity and energy.  Thank you for thermodynamics. Thank you for the trinity. Thank you for humility. Thank you for my mother and father in heaven. Thank you for my brother and all my teachers. Thank you for my toes. Thank you for romance and song.  Thank you for fingers.

Thank you God for today. Thank you that I woke. Thank you for my memories and mind and feelings. Help me be the best version of myself I can be today.  Help me to be strong and true. Help me to be loving and thoughtful.

Thank you

Hallelujah!!!












Sunday, January 9, 2022

Thinking about retirement

My accountant shocked me saying that Trudeau has made it so we can’t save RRSP’s after a certain age.  That means he gets more taxes and I work harder for less. That’s the story of my life in Canada. I’ve been a workaholic and high status with high responsibility and overwhelming demands. Meanwhile the government beurocrats, judges and politicians have demanded perfection from me while giving themselves more and more money for less and less.  
The money money I ever made was my first years as a family physician.  
Canada is a great country for the mediocre.  Meritocracy is punished in communism.  The rewards always go to the party and administrators. The workers and I’ve always been a ‘worker’ are little rewarded.  If the government wasn’t transferring any wealth I made divorce judges were giving my hard earned money to my ex wives who were wealthier than I was but really interested in money.
I never was as stupid and elite as Justin Trudeau thinking that the ‘budget will balance itself’ but I did see that some 50% of those I knew had some work on the black market or got into government jobs for the money.  Conrad Black said American parents want their children to grow up to be entrepreneurs and Canadian parents want their children to be beurocrats. 
I didn’t have children. I married women who wanted first and foremost to have careers.  I had a woman abort my child. I saw countless men have their children denied to them by the government based on lies and false accusations. I saw lawyers and judges rape families and destroy children.  It might have been okay when 80 to 90% of families stayed married. But 50%% divorce rates show a systemic problem.  
I ‘ve been anxious all my life,  I was strapped and caned by teachers and billy clubbed by police as a ‘hippy’.  My friends who ‘dropped out’ and grew marijuana are millionaires today. The McGill study showed that when taxes pass 50% the incenstive to hide money results in more black market and actually less taxes. Trudea has been flogging a dead horse, the honest law abiding tax paying hard working citizen, continuously. I don’t trust the government.  Steal a little and they put you in jail, steal a lot and they make you king.  
I’ve been afraid to invest. I bought a rental property and a gang moved in and the attorney general, police and courts all protected the psychopaths. Thankfully a lawyer who knew this ‘modus operandi’ of these pscyhopaths alerted me before they could totally destroy my property. As it was I made no money and paid to get away.
I saw what the banks did in the Golf Mona Sacks and Fanney Mae rape of the investor.  
I had a choice once to get a law degree or a theology degree. I couldn’t trust my fellow man and felt I needed to know God more.  I applied to join a monastery and was encouraged to continue to be a doctor,
I’ve been a good clinician.  In fact given the number of evil people I’ve protected my patients from I’ve been good enough to have colleagues say I must be the best to be able to withstand the persecution. All my career I’ve had someone complained I said the word ‘fuck’ and superiors saying that was the reason someone complained whereas in fact I was refusing to lie for that individual, give them drugs, or something else.  So in the end I was punished all the times on the colour of my shirt and false accusations became the norm in Canada because the courts and government were corrupt to the core. Justin Trudeau is the most unethical PM in the history of Canada and despise his unethical behaviour his lying his drug abuse, his breaking countless laws, his abuse of women and old people and marginal people he sets that standards,
I’m afraid. I’m afraid of authorities.
Then I pray and meditate and say it’s okay.  All shall be well. God is good all of the time.  
I’ve seen the most terrible abuse of old men in Canada, I’ve seen horrible abuse of old women. I’ve seen increasing racism against the old white people where young coloured gangs justify their tribalism and abuse using Justin Trudeau’s propaganda rag to back their play.
I was mugged by a group of Muslims men who hurt me, ripped off my cross , screaming infidel and may have killed me if  I hadn’t martial arts training as a kid and could run like the wind in terror as an old man.  I’ve been stabbed and shot at in Canada and taken hostage and there’s been no compensation.  I’ve been a real victim, not a thought victim, not a want to be victim. I was raped and attacked sexually repeatedly as a teen and shot at hitchhiking as a long haired musician. I’ve been chased by rednecks through corn fields by 4 good old boys wanting to teach the ‘hippie’ a lesson.
I cross dress today as a political statement. People shouldn’t be killed for what they wear.  Yet more and more immigrants believe it’s justified to kill af maim people who wear a dress,. The Chinese lady asked me on Robbie Burns day why all the Canadian men are dressing like girls.  The ignorance of cultures of others outside their own is unbelievable Canadians have collectively been inclusive, We’ve had French and Natives forever and our faults have been historical whereas new comers come from places where their governments approve of even slavery and they criticize Canadians.  And they don’t like public services because their cultures have been family and tribal based so they don’t like caring for the old public ally believe that the ‘family’ should. Yet they have families of a dozen kids and my brother died.  My brother and I took care of my father and mother but they had pensions and collective benefits of ‘traditional’ Canada. The health care I provided as a doctor was ‘traditional canadian’ or ‘old stock’.  Increasingly much of what is standard requires money.  
I lost a few houses to women and their judges and a lack of desire to play the blame game.  I just left and gave them whatever they wanted to pay for my freedom from their constant complaining, criticism and abuse.  I said “I can see a hundred people a day or treat you, I can’t do both” . My arrogant insane wives refused to get help and did either Passive or active aggression and I just couldn’t deal with their insane families,  their lack of love , their incredible demands for me to work more and pay them more and to keep up with the jones. I thought I’d marry and we’d fuck and help each other. I helped them and I fucked but then all that stopped.  I spent years seeing therapists asking what more can I do for my wife.  One day she was happy , one day she was sad. 
I’ve seen as many marriages where the wife was the battle ax and the man was the nail. On the outside they look good but there’s an equal number of bitchs to bastards and 30 % of families get it right and do great.  
I failed, I’ve had 23 years of marriage and living together with different women and I’ve been with one woman over 20 years.  Still girls and boys with one year of going steady are quick to tell us all what to do,
How dare you!!!
The NWO of asking inexperienced idiots to lead countries.
So 12 years of higher education and more tests, often many a year, to prove my competence over and over and I work for people who vote for a clown.  I am supposed to admire education but I’m a specialist and I was a generalist and I’m a sub specialist and I’ve a person with 5 years education or less and far less experience telling me how to do my job,
I sailed solo in winter through hurricanes across the pacific 28 days alone and sea and I still have inexperienced people telling me how I ‘should’ ‘rig’ my boat.
I had a doctor tell me how I should talk to the dangerously insane. He’d never survive a day in the jails. He’s an authoritarian. Like Trudeau with his body guards and his gang supporters and his walled homes and security systems telling us we can’t have a knife to defend ourselves and we’ll go to jail if we fight back.
Or we’ll spend six month in court at ninety having wealthy elite judges arguing about how much force an old man should use when a young thug is putting the boots to him. 
I went to the principle and was strapped and caned,  Today I would be called a victim. I asked about radiation in the nuclear missile crisis because Kirk and I thought hiding under desks kissing our asses good bye was missing the point of the nuclear bomb, I was critizided by the principle for ‘talking back.  I was in Tinia where the bombers flew from, One of the pilots spent the rest of his life helping an orphanage.
I’ve studied theology and death. I trained with Elizabeth Kubla Ross.  I know my way around.  I’m tired of having education and experience and still being at the mercy of the brains dead bully,. I recommend everyone get a law degree.  Join the communist party.  Learn how to use weapons, join a gang.  Get one of those ‘I’m special , you can’t hurt me cards because I’m purple skinned or wa s born in a dessert or my God is better than your god or my not having a god is better than your not having a god,”. That’s gold.  
I wanted to serve, I had a call in university chapel to serve and I did.  The doctor police told me it was ‘just a job’ and that’s what they became doctors for ‘security, income and luxury’.  Their work records showed they avoided the heavy lifting.  Desk soldiers. Ivory tower folk.  I’m a front lines clinician and we’re hated.  I saw all my colleagues who did the real work be shafted by these back benchers, 
The leaders stand at the back of the shoulders and threaten to shoot them if they don’t charge without guns, without resources , without protection, I hear the RCMP and police and soldiers tell me the same thing.  The Peter principle has never been more alive and well in medicine. Steal a little and they put you in jail, steal a lot and they make you king.’

I’m just afraid.  I’m critical and desperate and my mind is pulled to the past when I try to think about the future.I’ve spent the last 20 years doing ‘one day at a time’.  I’ve really focussed on ‘being here now’.  I’ve remembered the communist aetheist materialist chinese machine gunning all the Tibetan Buddhist Holy Men praying for peace, They crucified all the closest friends of Jesus. I met the Dalai Lama. The second string monks seeing that mediation and prayer didn’t protect their leaders picked up enfield 303’s and sacrificed them selves for the children. The Dalai Lama was a child at the time. India protected him.  The Chinese Communists keep trying to invade India and India keeps beating them back. Even now the Communist Chinese Invasion of India has been stopped,

I am constantly talking to fellow Canadians and they’re a arrogant and ignorant about the world as they were when I was 19 and left Canada and bicycled across Europe seeing how manny choices people had and how our media and politicians lied to Canadians. Living in the US was an eye opener.  They aren’t evil. Americans are incredible so are Canadians and so all most of the people in the world

Only 10% or less or Russians created the USSR by murdering hundreds of millions of their fellows.  The Pol Pot Communists killed half their country man Communist Chinese especially under the great psychopath Mao killed a hundred million and still run gulags for organs. 

25 per cent of Canadians voted for Trudeau.  But mostly Canada is soft communism and totalitarianism.

The burned down 26 churches last year and nothing was done,  IF 2 mosques had been burnt down Trudeau would have declared martial law.  

I’m a Christian. I’m sober. I’m clean.  I’m walking among people like a Jew in the Middle East.  I don’t have a card.  People don’t realize just how violent and abusive aetheists are.  They call themselves secular. I’m a secular Christian not a secular aetheist. The secular aetheists are terrifying. 

The point is I’m a fraud. When I think of changing what I’m doing I have my brain fill with all the bad puss from the past. I’ve spent decades trying to forgive and forget. I’ve made countless amends. I’ve not fought back. I’ve turned the other cheek 40 times 40. I’ve accepted and tolerated the humiliation and abuse I ‘ve watched the creepiest dirtiest most dangerous be rewarded over and over again.

I’ve struggled not to compare.

I’ve seen I have this streak of self pity that is unbecoming.

I write countless gratitude lists Today I have this great sunny day. I have this crazy dog. I have a wonderful family. My assets outweighs my debts a lot. I don’t know how much I have because Trudeaus self serving corruption and theft and mismanagement of public funds has created horrendous inflation so that all retirees except those on government pension are punished by this utter stupid evil prick.  So I have a minimum government pension like everyone else and they’re unable to live on it in the DTES. My pension which I paid into as an investment for 30 years is now shared as a bonus to Trudeau’s scab voters , and his investment of my pension, giving it to the Communist Chinese to build coal mines with has not resulted in any benefit for me. If I’d had it to invest then like most Canadians who are’t trust fund buns and ski bunnies I’d have enough money to retire on just my pension. But it won’t even pay the rent.  And Trudeau’s going to tax all my savings the minute I use them and he’s going to punish me because I became a doctor rather than a politician and lawyer.  

Now I’m afraid.  I can’t even think ahead alone and then Covid strikes and it’s going to be more of this be abuse Canadians collectively will not be able to go forward successful lead by this idiot crime boss, stoner, 

I ‘ m afraid.  I get through each day by ‘doing the next right thing’.  I pray ‘one day at a time’ .  I’ve no idea when I’ll die. I have such existential angst.  

Meanwhile my life is pretty okay if I just think small. I made this great chicken. I had a barbecue one night then next day with the left over chicken I chopped it up and pan fried rice and vegetables and had a feast.  I just roasted Ethiopian coffeee beans and having one of the best brews.  

My dog was killed because I refused to ‘say a criminals urine was clean of marijuana’.  Two years ago another patient was threatening to kill my dog and even though he’d threatened to kill his lawyers dog and his boss my superiors took his side and punished me until he threatened to kill the PM.
No one but my friend  has ever apologized to me.
I’ve apologized all my life.

I don’t know what I’m going to do when I grow up. I feel like I’ve done my ‘time’ of service. I like this virtual work,

I wonder about a 3 month vacation. Maybe next year I’ll go south and just work some virtual and drive. I like how a long motorcycle ride clears my head.

I don’t know.  People ask me if I’m going to retire and I dob’t know. The bullies say they want years of notice and they’ll punish me if I just can’t face their abuse any longer. To be told over and over again “you’re not good enough!!!!~!”  That’s what they tell all us doctors except a select few who ‘play the game’ and ‘brown nose’ and have that capacity to plan for pensions and jockey for power.  

You should never have defended your patients.  You stuck your neck way out and made some enemies.  The mentally ill are marginalized by the powers The addicted are even more abused.  I turned down a million dollar job over and over and then another million dollar job bercause I wasn’t to work with the ‘sickest’, those with the ‘greatest need’ , not the ‘worried well’.  What a fool.  

I never fought for myself but a lawyer protected me from government and judges.  Years of my life paying for doing the best medical and scientific thing only to have to defend it because a crack addict felt they should be allowed to keep their jobs and do crack and I wrote that they needed to get clean.  

I don’t know what to do next.  I’m muddling along.  I just hate this winter and covid and the narcissist nut bar in Ottawa.  His whole fanily are the worst of the worst.  Everything that I abhor.

Yet here I am and I can’’t make a decision. I’m even thinking a change of identity, sexual, personal and geopolitical might be safe.  I travelled to Meteorrah and Cappadocea to see what Christians did to get away from the Muslim hoards.  I’m now reading about the Spanish who freed themselves from tyranny in the recoquista.  Yet so many Canadians don’t know history just CBC propaganda,  

I loved hearing my friend, a survivor of Auschwitz called the ‘neo Marxists’ ‘maggots’ 

I don’t know. I’m afraid. 

Wednesday, January 5, 2022

Psychic Energy

Mere weeks ago I felt that I was raw, vulnerable, depleted.  Every human interaction carried a huge toll. The darkness, the lying news, the lying politicians, the demanding work was wearing me down.  I’ve been praying but feeling further away from God though I know God is with me always. I’m a dreamer in his dream.
Now a week of holidays, hours more sleep, a break from my home routine, four days at Harrison with Laura and Madigan and I’m human again. I could talk to desperate people and feel their despair without being pulled into their sadness and terror.  I could offer help without feeling cannibalized.  
In psychiatry we use the term ‘lending your ego’.  When Jesus was touched he described feeling ‘energy’ flow out of him. I saw that as human not so much godly.  When a friend is grieving and we hung my strength then upholds them.  We share energy, some kind of psychic energy as care givers.  Caregiver burden is this chronic draw on bank and reserves that eventually appears like a classic depression.  Burn out is another term that describes this state in a way.
I was burnt out in December.  This Covid crisis with lockdowns has gone on 2 years and I continue to hear and feel first hand the horrors and nightmares people are facing.  The relapses and the resort to drugs and alcohol is so disheartening. The suicidal ideation and paranoia and relationship breakdowns.  The loneliness.  I continue to talk to old incredibly ill people who haven’t spoken to anyone else in weeks, living marginally poor existences alone in small bachelor basements suites.  The despair is palpable.
I am so thankful for Harrison Hotsprings and Laura and Madigan.  Laura is a front line worker too and has taken months of demands and abuse.  She’d just a week of illness before our time off.   We sheltered each other, lying together with the puppy just holding ourselves together.  We began to laugh again after a day or two.  The first day we were both still in survival mode. But hot springs and no phone calls and brisk walks with endless views broke through the shells we’d erected to hold us together.  Relaxation came day two and three and four.  I physically stopped hurting.  We smiled again.  The dog was happy as always and a cute source of entertainment.  He keeps me moving.  I can’t stay in a fetal position in bed with him about.  He loved Laura with kisses and cuddles. He helped us remain human.
I’m back at work again.  It’s okay. I didn’t feel drained.  I offered condolences, I shared a space. The anxiety of so many about their financial future, the Covid debts and the devastation of government incompetence and inflation is devastating the marginal.  I offered therapy and medication.  I wrote letters of advocacy.  I carried on.  
I’m back at work and even a psychopath, thank God they are rare, hasn’t touched my sleep or filled me too much with fear. Their threats and insinuations and their “allies’ are enough to want me to quit right now.  I might well have in Dec.  Now I’m  just call a colleague and discuss the potential threat.  I’m tired of being threatened , that’d for sure.
When I refused to see the fellow who threatened to kill me and my dog and had threatened to kill his lawyer and his dog and his employer and eventually the Prime minister I received no support from my superiors.  I was criticized for ‘upsetting’ a crystal meth addict who was upset by everyone and infinitely insane dangerous and entitled.  My previous dog had been poisoned by a psychopath when I refused to lie and say his urine was clean.  This guy wanted me to say he was sane while threatening to kill me.  I had no supporters what so ever from my senior colleagues. Thankfully our insurance funded lawyers were more understanding.  “Of course you don’t have to see a guy threatening to kill you.” they said.  “I wouldn’t and no one can expect you too. “. The junior doctor who’d never been held hostage or been shot at or served in prisons or in charge of the dangerously insane ward had said, ‘wouldn’t it have been better to appease the fellow and see him.’  He was an administrative doctor.  He lacked humility, experience and empathy.  I find today I’m tired.  I accept the desperation of people pushed to the edge. I accept the psychosis of addiction.  I liked helping those in greatest need but I don’t seem to have the patience for administration chair warmers and don’t think I ever did.  I don’t know how long I’ll be able to last dealing with their political legal mindsets.  I’m a clinician and I am here because I want to serve and heel.  I’ve years of training and experience and I generally know what I’m doing but I’m tired.  Aging is a lot about fatigue.  
My back hurts.  It’s psychosomatic but it hurts.  My feet sometimes hurt. When I was young I hardly ever hurt.  Now I hurt.  I like the term emotional pain.  
I’m back at work and feel that I’m refreshed and refueled.  Ready to serve again.  I just don’t how many idiots I can tolerate and how I’ll fair if another psychopath attacks me, especially the evil lying women who will sell anything for money.  
Thank you God for getting me through those weeks when I was just existing. I feel the sun returning and life is beginning to course in my veins. I van’s wait till I can swim again without the rigamarole of masks and gauntlets. I m looking forward to spring.  Crocuses come as early as January , always by February. I’m often able to ride my motorcycle in March and get some much needed wind therapy.  Thank God for today.  






 

Tuesday, January 4, 2022

2022 New Year, first post

This is the first post of the New Year. I’ve made a few resolutions.
1. To be a better person today than I was yesterday
2. To become closer to God 
3.  To finish two of the books I’ve started 

I walked Madigan in the park, today.  His old haunts,  Leaving messages for his buddies. We carried on to the river. I love the presence in the forest. It’s a place to pray and feel the awe of being surrounded by trees and  roots and life. The living cave.

It’s been raining sleet.  I’m been heating with propane and wonder if I’ll need to make a run for more. The winter temperatures have been at record lows.  The days are beginning to get longer. I’m thankful for rest and light.

Being at Harrison’s Hotsprings and Spa with Laura and Madigan was a healthy retreat.  Lots of rest, long walks with Madigan, several times a day in the hotsprings, great restaurant meals and TV movies.   Beautiful lake view.

I am here in clutter.  I believe I need a cleaning lady.  I continue to work.  Life goes on.  

I feel disconnected , alienated from this Covid 19 society .  I’m living life as best again as safe though war drums beat in the China Seas.  Most likely like the Dessert Storm Arms Bazaar.  

I’m planning on an educational vacation in March, visiting roots and studying history.  I have to reduce my experience and training in psychiatry to the smallness of criticism of the study of mind by those who are mostly mindless yet arrogant. I’m living in old strait jackets.  Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely.  Today I push on to the return of sunshine and warmth and think fondly of the spring blossoms and spring motorcycling.  I imagine I could go snowshoeing and cross country skiing but my little dog would not enjoy it and I’d rather just walk till the snow is gone.  I must live in the day though and celebrate this time.  I’m drawing back.  

This too will pass.

Lockdowns and covid.  This too will pass. Spring museums and history.  Late spring camping.  Summer camping.  All is well.  All is wall.  All manner of things are well.

Thank you God.






 

Monday, January 3, 2022

New Year's Eve 2021, Harrison Hot Spring's Resort

Thank you Jesus for another year. There were many times I thought I’d not live another day. Thank you for this adventure of life.
Despite Covid I’ve continued to work from home virtually while attending clinic a half day a week in person, Royal Columbia and Dockside.   I’ve received 2 Pfeiser Vaccines and a Moderna booster.
 
Madigan continues to grow and mature.  Laura remains a beautiful companion though we live apart.  
I hardly remember last January and February of this year because lockdown’s stopped us from doing anything but raising Madigan who was such a puppy then.  My birthday passed.  Because of Covid we weren’t doing anything.  The great moment came when I could take my Harley Davidson Electroglide out on the road.  I’d been riding the Vespa Touring on sunny days all year. 
The real event was camping in the Adventurer camper in Spring at River Haven near Hedley. I had the Honda ATV and did long rides in the spring back into the mountains.  Camping saved us in the lockdowns.  Getting out of the city. Laura lives in the west end where people were breaking windows, causing chaos, sirens and police nightly.  
Last year’s a surprising blur for me. I had a lovely 4 day camp with the F350 and Adventurer and Madigan Osprey Lake. Sunshine, blue sky, privacy, swimming each morning in the lake, lawn chair reading, dog walks and rides about on the Vespa. Fun without the drab. I went off the grid.
 
My daily routine talking on the phone and sitting at a computer in front of a screen. Each morning and evening and noon walking the dog.  I returned to meetings after vaccinations and actually made it out to St Barnabus church communion a couple of times. The news from the world and the despicable PM Justin Trudeau was always sinister.
The fires were terrible. We got turned back at Lillouette, the town on fire. We camped in the native Hope townsite campground.  During the summer the fires were so bad we coudn’t g  anywhere but off the grid camping on Harrison Lake East Forest Road.  Laura liked being in the camper with Madigan. I liked exploring with the ATV and even tried out the ATV cover. it worked to keep out rain but woudn’t work for hunting. I gave it away after that.  
 
In September hunting season opened.  We returned to Riverhaven.  We liked the Similkameen river. A trail from there connected to the logging road system.  Madigan had his introduction to grouse hunting.He’d had to learn to ride on the back of an ATV then a Harley then be gun trained and finally to face a wounded partridge. It took a moment for him to realize that this was what all the squeaky toys had been preparing him for.  I hit a pot hole or boulder on Harrison East and damaged the camper.  
 
The big event of the year was Alan and Meagan’s wedding in Quebec.  We flew to Hay Bay with Madigan on his inaugural flight. He was sick and didn’t do well. He didn’t like the flight there and barely tolerated the flight back. He did like meeting his cousins, Eva and Pepper, the eastern cockapoos. My sister in law Adell calls them the Grumpy Old Ladies,  Great runs in the fields and walks along the lake.  It was great to spend time with my nephews Graeme, Andrew and Alan. I’ve really missed my brother Ron and being with his fanily was comforting.  With all the Hay’s in kilts and the girls wedding beautiful we thoroughly enjoyed the outdoor wedding.  We stayed at the Holiday inn in Kanata.  We loved visitting Andrew and the brilliant and beautiful Tanya. I met my perfect new nephew, 3 month old Elliott and played with the brilliant 4 year old Finn.  Dinner with Adell and family after the wedding  at the Ottawa Art Gallery restaurant on the waterway was an elegant event.  We had to show our Vaccination cards to attend. Another dinner with Adell and her sister was fun, lots of laughs, like Laura and her sister.  
 
We returned home for another weekend in the camper at Riverhaven.  No game.  Days of riding about on the ATV and hiking about with Madigan. Nights of barbecue with Laura. Lovely location.  Unloading at the Frazerway RV the bottom literally fell out of the camper occasioning more repairs. The camper is still there in the shop.  A sorrowful day.
 
The other big event was attending the Vancouver Symphony. I’d missed the symphony of all things, not ballet, not theatre, not concerts, but the symphony, during lockdowns.  I was there for the opening in person gala at the Orpheum. The music was heaven.  It was something to be out with others as a large group with covid still on.  I’d last been at an event before Covid, Carolyn’s play at the Firehouse theatre where the attendance was halved and people had to sit apart.  Laura had some man coughing on her behihd us. It was the last time we could go out before Covid.  The lockdowns came into full force two days later
 
Madigan and I do the river walk most days.  Laura comes over on the weekend in her Smart Car.  I go to the mall to get the mail twice a week.  I go out to the clinics. I’ve bought too many things on Amazon. I’ve read a library of kindle and binge watched several series on Netflix.  Laura and I enjoyed Queen Elizabeth and are now watching Victoria but we’re also watching Tombstone and did the season of Kidman’s Nine Strangers.  I’ve watched every detective movie , sci fi and western.  I barbecue dinner and watch netflix sharing steak, chicken or pork with Madigan.
I went out to the Art Gallery once or twice.
 
The fall floods which cut off Vancouver from the rest of Canada destroyed our favourite towns, Princeton and Meritt and caused such despair in Abbotsford. It was a tough year for so many making it hard to be anything but grateful by comparison. 
 
Laura and I are here now at Harrison Hot Springs.
 
My back has hurt most of the year, improved with a new chair and a few visits to the chiropractor. The hot tub in the complex where I’d go a couple of times a week with swimming has been limitted so I suspect that’s contributing. It’s obviously psychosomatic.  I’ve taken to eating ibuprofen fairly regularly.  I’m sure most of it is carrying the increased girth.  The hotsprings is a joy.
 
The year is ending. It’s has a survival flavour.  I’ve enjoyed Joni Mitchell’s River song more than traditiohal Christmas carols.  I’ve known so many my age and younger who I worked with or went to school with who have retired. I’ve been the longest working in my family. I’ve literally continued to work to pay the mortgage. I’d hoped to travel for 3 months, never wanting to quit unless the beaurocratic harrassment became too much.  I love medicine but the parasitology of it by governmnt and law is irksome. I think most of my colleagues who retired did so because of the incompetence of administration or the increase of ageism and attack on the profession.  It’s all communism, aparatchiks and political correctness.  Morbidity and mortality and quality of care, all the concerns of my career are passed by.  It’s now consumer corporate models.  I’m accepting aging  I just don’t know if there’s a place for me.  With Covid I’ve not been able to travel. The dream is riding about with the camper and dog and the girl.  In dreams I’m dressed in a shirt and shorts or a shirt and skirt I’m just to tired of clothes and parkas and suits.
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I find myself missing the time before medicine, theatre, dance, costumes, make up and play.  The world is at the brink of war.  After Trump lost the election the censorship went balistic with freedom of speech all but gone.  Biden seems tragic and with the terrible Con Artist loser Trudeau it’s all been depressingly pathetic. Politics is said to be choosing the least bad alternative but all of them seem bottom of barrel,  Communist China is bullying and the Wuhan Virus Leak might well be the first biological shot across the bow.  Disinformation and missinformation and the evil stupid lying unethical PM Trudeau has made anything in the news suspect. We had all the wars in the cities allowed by Democrat governors, anti police,  Trudeau marching in BLM political rallies wearing a cloth mask,  while Christophobia reigned , 26 churches burned to the ground and aetheist government attacks on Christians congregating.  Hypocrisy reigned and there was one law for the peasants , us. and the other law for the jet setting law breaking holier than thou leadership. the likes of Trudeau.  Meanwhile we were all expected to believe that Epstein suicided in jail.  Fortunately locally we had a respectable three some Horgan, Dix and Henry who we might disagree with at times but who themselves followed their own laws like good leaders do.  I was really thankful for their example.  I even voted and supported the NDP for the first time.
 
A silly Liberal election cost alot of mony and didn’t change a thing, unfortunately.   I had false hope that the traitor Trudeau would be turfed  O Toole was luke warm at best. We live now in the skethy aftermath. Inflation causes prices to skyrocket.  Zuckerberg has FB sanctioning anyone conservative or anti Trudeau. Politically Canada sucks but it really does look hopeful because Canadians can’t really be so stupid despite the massive scab voters and buying of media. Too many people here have escaped dictatorship to welcome tyranny.  
 
I just remembered that with Covid and lockdowns and so many river walks with Madigan I bought the Nikon Coolpix P1000 and enjoyed taking pictures again. I wanted something to take bird pictures with, I have been enchanted by the king fisher I encounter often.  I discussed cameras with my photographer nephew Graeme who does astrophotography.  It’s been fun. We’ve also enjoyed Kevin’s photography with Anna and the god kids.  Joanne has taken the best flower pictures. Facebooks has been a place to follow others pursuits at a distance. 
 
It seems a bare year. Minimalist.  Depressed really. I’ve found myself emotionally raw listening to the daily despair which has followed what seems an attack by Communist China with our PM Trudeau inviting the Communist Military to Canada.  I’m confused and feel I’m spouting platitudes because it’s all so far above my pay grade. I’ve attended Western Doctors web groups and UBC webinars but no one knows more than me and all seem as confused but muddling along. I’m glad to be among these people I most admire. I just wish the administration and leadership were respectable.  
 
26 churches burnt to the ground and nothing done about it.  If a mosque was burnt to the ground Trudeau might have declared martial law. All divide and conquer and fringe politics.  What’s become of my home. Where will I be safe. No one knows what tomorrow will bring. Even the APA says that Depression has risen 3x. With the prevalence of depression running at 30% that means 90% of the people are probably depressed all escept for the ‘elite’ , the Trudeaus’ and the UN dictatorship.  The premiers all seem to be struggling and those in governnent I know are hard pressed. So many people are off work.  Inflation and economic insecurity face everyone and we can’t trust the news so feel in the dark. It’s a Shroedinger POV.
 
 That’s how the old year is ending.
 
I’m hopeful for the new.   I really am. I’m feeling like this time off I’m recouping  My psychosomatic back pain is letting up.  I’m resting. Laura is past her scarey week of Covid,  She made it out of quarantine to be with me,  We’re hoping to travel to Scotland in the spring. I want to visit the home of my grandfather. That was the other thing I missed at the height of the lockdowns. I felt badly I’d never visited Aberdeen.  Now i’ll be doing that.  Madigan is maturing. I’ll miss the crazy demanding puppy phase but am already enjoying the companion dog becoming therapy dog.  He’s been great physio.  After Gilbert died I feared without a dog I’d never get off the couch.  Madigan’s kept me active, the godsend fellow.  Laura is lovely,  I know so many admirable people, people I admire, colleagues,friends , family.  I have faith in the future because of these stirling characters.
 
I’ve grieved the deaths of Mom, Dad, my brother, Bernie, Hank, Scotty, George,John,Vivian and now, so recently, Dick.  I’m at an age when so many I needed have died.  There are new terms for the grieving, existential grief and existential loneliness.
 
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil for thou art with me is something I say alot now.
 
I pray daily, hourly, by the mihute.  Jesus said , Do not be afraid.  Anxiety is a measure of your distance from God and equally a measure of your humanity.  Worrying is wicked.  
“Are we wicked yet Billy” is a line I remember well from a bad blow off Port Hardy with  water washing over the bow and the cockpit drain plugged. I’ve missed sailing.
 
I miss a friend who demented early.  I miss other friends whose minds have not done well with aging.
 
I’ve been thankful for the dogs, Emory, Mylo, Hank, Kimmie, Bella, and Luka.  I know the friends of Madigan’s owners and love the walks and talks we have.  
 
The New Year will be a good year. God is good all of the time. Hallelujah.