Vancouver Pride Parade

“How many cocks does a person have to suck today to be ‘gay’? I asked a gay real estate tycoon.

 We’d discussed the expansion of he Queer political minority to 10% when the heterosexual majority excluded a member for any deviance .  The gays graciously  inclusive accepted the discards.  Now however with the polical ascendancy of the fringe a fellow had told me that he felt excluded as ‘not gay enough’ .  He identified as gay but couldn’t remember the last time he had sex.  

“It’s not about cocks today, it’s where you shop? He replied.

Given the number of banks marching in the Pride Parade it really was as much about pride and lust as lust, avarice and gluttony if one was thinking theologically. Pride isn’t about that though but rather the antidote to the shame.  “Velvet Rage, growing up gay in a straight mans world” by psychologist Alan Downs speaks to the shame that is such a part of the experience of exclusion. 

Here the disparate groups of once truly fringe folk have coalesced into a minority lobby along with their friends.   

As part of consumer society the LGBT movement has gained financial and political weight.  Once a fringe expression against the criminalization of sexuality or just plain marginalization. The Pride Parades  began in protest and rapidly became solidarity. 1969 Stonewall Riots began the roll back of the State scapegoaintg of another minority.  I couldn’t help but think of the Irish and the Irish Parade, actually the last parade I attended, wearing a great green hat on the occasion.  The Pride Parade now competes with the Chinese New Year Parade for loudness and colour.

I hadn’t been here in more than a decade because of a conflicting medical conference. I’d wanted to go to support the Recovery community a significant presence.  The Last Door Float is a sensation. I loved seeing those Clean and Sober dancing in the street. There was significant representation from the native societies andMetis. I loved the Durex Condom group, lots of fun and frolic indeed. I’ve always loved what began as Dykes on Bikes but now even included a unicycle.

In the audience which lined the sidewalk six deep it seemed there were more young people. I am getting old. Still lots of skin and and youth and beauty along with young families. Lots of Asian but people of every origin and mix. Typical Vancouver. Truly diverse. Rainbow shorts and capes and ribbons. Multicoloured ballon’s and loud club  music. Costumes were way over the top. Lots of sparkle and glitter. 

When I was growing up being gay was illegal. I didn’t know it then but later learned even heterosexuals were restricted to missionary sex. State and religious control was intrusisive and ubiquitous.

The basic message of Christianity was “Love God and Love your neighbour as yourself “ but the son of man and son of God who said that was killed by the church and state. No wonder aliens tell their children to lock their doors when they fly past the earth. They kill God there. 

After the despair of COVID’s and lockdowns I was thankful to be dressed up participating in this freedom celebration. Tamara Lich of the Freedom Convoy is still persecuted by Ottawa even as farmers protest more government overreach and abuse of power. The sadness is we are said to get the government we deserve. Ironically the Pride Parade invites humility. These are the jesters and this is the circus. Would there were such a parade for the bankers, judges, money launderers and drug dealers. I imagine it would be very dull in greys and blacks, men and women in suits frowning and not dancing.

I was glad to come and go. A huge turn out. As much as any parade it seemed this was just a chance for laughter and play. Certainly this beautiful city by the sea on this hottest of days was glad to participate. 

Friday, heat wave, Pride,chiropracter

I’ve only a few more patients to see before I’m off for the long weekend. I’ve always been at IDAA so have never known BC day. I was going to meet  Anna Kevin and the Meerkats at the storage locker to let go of some furniture when she texted me, “can we do this next weekend. I didn’t realize its the long weekend.”  Sure.  

I texted Laura, “is this a long weekend’.

Yes it’s BC Day’.

What are you doing.

I’m house sitting with Maggie and the parrot.  

I’d booked a chiropracter visit with Dr. Ready.  I had planned to go to the Pride Parade.  An excuse to dress up. But I don’t know what to wear. Then George asked me to give him his cake Sunday night. That takes precedence. Besides it was concerning to hear of the spread of monkeypox and worse Trudeau as mascot. I’ve also become concerned about crowds post lock downs. I don’t want covid but just as much I don’t want confrontation. There’s so much lawlessness in Canada today.   

I think it’s the continued unprofessional behaviour from Frazerway  RV.  I sent a registered letter to the president. No word.  Just more of their speciality Stonewalling and Gaslighting.  I thought it was Diana Smith but it’s beginning to appear that it stems from the CEO.  I’m waiting. Seige mentality dealing with concrete psychopathic minds.  Old and feeling weary of the ageism in Canada.

I could go to a pity party but I really would rather explode.  Turning Cheek 70 x 70.  

It’s just a side shit show wanting to be centre of attention.  Bad girls and Boys.  Meanwhile I have been working full time. The insanity never lets up.  I’ve been a cog in the wheel of the whole psychopharmacological industry and the wellness industry and the psychosocial industry. Each week I make diagnosis and clarify situations translating the cries to words colleagues can understand .  Adding to life not distracting. A translator.  I have several suicidal patients.  They are hanging on by a thread.  So many of the alcoholics and drug addicts come around in time. Just yesterday another agreed to go to the treatment centre.  Life after drugs.

It’s lonely work. Home office.  Virtual and telephone. 

I feel the pinch of finances know that I’m being ripped off by the corrupt criminal government. Know that I’m giving A service in the community but have to deal with Frazerway RV giving D service. Feeling sad that the stupid bullies are so successful with a Liberal criminal organization protecting them.  Meritocracy and hard work are punished,  

I am a fiscal conservative but socially I’m an inclusive Christian and pro LGBT.  I don’t think God is anymore concerned with what adult do sexually than he is about automobiles. Obviously there are more risks with automobiles and gay sex or even promiscuity.  Yet we don’t hear ministers ragging on about cars. Their selection of scapegoat is always political.  I’m transgender and bisexual but I was purely heterosexual until marriage and the bedroom neglect.  Then there was sexual abuse. I think it was the alcohol and pot that began the unconventional.  

If I were independently wealthy today I don’t know if I’d get a face lift and boobs, a poor man’s adventure. I’d probably get a seat on a spaceship though there’s not much to see yet on mars. A safari in Africa I suppose.  I’d head out today to South American on my motorcycle but I have Madigan He’s like a child police. Most adults control themselves because their children are there. I’ve a dog. The idea of riding my motorcycle to South America doesn’t look good for him. If I had the camper that Frazerway RV I might head out. I’d be camping this weekend or next for sure.  But I’m patient doing the next right thing. Working waiting. I’m enjoying my back yard and neighbourhood . I’ll be bowhunting in September. I’ll be heading south for some time this winter.  I’ve direction and plans. In the meantime I’m going to meetings, praying, trying to exercise more, getting by. I’m not doing much different from most. I’m in a state of limbo, pre. Retirement.  It’s a unique year.

I have a lot of gratitude. Even my back is hurting less.  I have struggled with the heat and humidity but it’s sure better than snow and rain for the change.  

I’ve this day ahead of me.  Thank you God for this moment. Thank you God for this day. Thank you for all your blessings. Thank you for Madigan and Laura and family. Thank you for all the friends I have had and the ones I have now. Thank you for all your blessings. Please guide me and show me the way that you would have me take. Help me to be of use to you and my fellow man and know you better.  Thank you.

Possibilities

Here I am again with a full range of possibilities. I am obligated to my dog and to my health and welfare. I have a code of behaviour from the Bible that restricts my deviance.  I don’t believe God is restrictive but does make clear by stories and example the perils of sin.

My guide is Jesus who said Love God and Love thy neighbour as thyself.  I’ve devoted my life to service and sacrifice and frankly it’s been fun and entertaining. It’s not like I’ve been on the cross too long. More often I’ve been avoiding conflict. I’m like a dessert father. Yet I’ve fought my share of defensive wars against the Vikings.

I’m a Celt by nature and just learned that’s the Roman term for ‘barbarian’.  Not bad.  I do dislike the charming slime of the Trudeau types.  Yet I’m older and would lose the ruffian worn demure.  I’m leaning to gentile.  Partly because I like lounging. Age has me no longer wishing to carry deer out of the woods on my back or stand before the mast in a storm.

My back hurts. I saw the chiropracter this week and took about 6 ibuprofen a day for a couple of days It was the first 2 days without constant chronic pain I’ve had in months. I wake up in pain with my first movement but stretching helps and as the day goes on the movement reduces pain but I feel fragile and am thankful I have desk job I work and mostly don’t have any great desire to do else.

I’ve hunted and sailed and motorcycled and bicycled and built and travelled. I tried to have children .  I certainly fucked my share and even had a sperm test done to show I was indeed fertile but God had other plans or the women used contraceptive. I even had one nurse cutting the tips off my condoms.  Another aborted the child she said.  I’ve taken fairly mighty blows.

These days my thoughts throw up mostly the negatives of the past. I remember my parents in old age daydreaming the good times and expect one day my mind will be kind and give forth all those wondrous times of my life. I still think of my loving family and so many good times.  I like to actually remember consciously the good times with my ex wives before their alcohol and drug addictions interefered as did mine. Our destinies parted. I had married for family and children and now realize we were never on the same page.  I was raised a Christian and marriage was synonymous with sex.  My first partner went onto have a great family yet we’d decided together when we were that contraception was the thing.  Single I used condoms but married I did not.  Single I’ve always been germophobic.

It’s the doctor,

I’ve been blessed in all my life and relationships and am very thankful for the life I have to day. I have food clothing shelter and friends and meaningful work, a great dog, close friends at a distance,like family. I’m alone a lot.  I don’t have to be. There’ s many who would welcome me in their midst but I’m quite overwhelmed by work and thankful to be alone off work.  I’ve grown sensitive. I’d like to listen more to symphony and see art. I don’t wish to talk.  I loved being with Laura and the companionship.  We have fun together with Madigan. 

It’s all good. I’m thankful.  Gratitude is good. I’m continuing to ask God for direction. I’m waiting. In the meantime I’m enjoying working on a tan and walking the dog and barbecuing.  I like wearing women’s clothing too.  Mens’ clothing is associated with work. I miss the sarong or canvas shorts I sailed the tropics in.  I had no need of clothing.  I like the ‘tunic’.  And Sheaths.  Like the Roman soldiers.  Clothing has meaning for me. So many uniforms in my life. Now I want ‘leisure’ and nothing that binds.  It’s summer and I like not wearing a belt.  There’s the lightness of being.  In a month I’ll be hunting a gain and back to jeans in the backwoods. I’m looking forward to riding about backwoods on my quad with a bow and a dog.  

Now it’s time to work.  

Thank you God for this day and all your blessings.

Lazy Sunny Weekend

Laura called on Friday to say she was sick with dizziness. That was concerning. We’d hoped to spend the weekend together but she was better staying home. She didn’t want to go to the ER either so we discussed her symptoms over the next days as she took gravel and NSAID’s .  She slowly was better. Sunday she’s walking without stumbling and that’s good. She’s had stuffed ears last week so it’s sounds like a labyrnthitis, common with viral infections and with Covid. Her Covid test was negative though.

I really didn’t do much. After working Friday morning, I spent the afternoon getting the mail and walking the dog. I’ve been reading Rundell. Learned he was a Baptist minister before writing historical westerns.  There are a lot of visitors here so the pool has always been in use but I’ve enjoyed the hot tub twice.

Saturday I saw Dr. Ready , Klein Chiropractic.  I get hope and several days relatively pain free each visit and the sense that I’m improving. I gave him the X-ray Dr. Antonious did. Dr Waterson said it was ‘a good looking spine for an old guy.’  We laughed.

In the afternoon I got dressed up  and did a trip to Professional Nail to have a pedicure and manicure and colour change. I wanted yellow for summer.  When I sent Laura pictures, she said “that’s what I like and Robin my neice does too>”

I enjoyed the colour and walked to the gem store to buy some yellow amber. I love amber. I’ve even thought I’d like to go to the Baltic and Poland to get some directly. I’ve considered going to Hallstadt the site of the Celtic smiths in Austria.  Amber was the favoured celtic jewel.  I’ve loved it since the Latvians introduced me to it with the insects captured in some thousands of years old.  I liked that.  I had the smoked salmon and made lox and cream cheese and fresh Cobbs white bread sandwiches for a couple of days. 

I rode the Vespa home and changed to shorts to sit outside in the sun.  I had some ‘sun tanning’, my plan for the weekend.  At night I watched an episode of a Navy Seal done wrong by government and revenge.  I walk Madigan around park 3 or 4 times a day.  I’d say he’s guaranteed an hour or two and sometimes more walking and sniffing and peeing.  We had Costco chicken pie and frozen pees microwaved. 

Sunday, I slept in till 9 so any thought of church went out the window.  I started reading the Wilbur Smith Storm Tide hardcover and did a a couple hours on the lawnchair and the hot sun.  It was splendid. I enjoy seeing all the friends on Facebook at the beach or at lakes and rivers. I’m really enjoying my back yard like I never have before.  I used to enjoy weekends on the sailboat the same way.  My own little safe place. Lots of folk moving through .  I enjoy their energy.  This place feels like Banff or Whistler in the summer so many in the area travelling or moving on. I heard 500,000 had left BC this year already.  I okay here. I’m looking forward to bow hunting at the end of August.  

I was anticipating the Pride Parade. For decades I’ve missed it because IDAA overlapped . This year I didn’t go to IDAA though it was in Texas and I loved being there.  But I didn’t want to face international travel yet.  Too much Trudea arbitrary control and disruption going on.  I was content to hang out.   

Then. Monkey pox hit, mostly spread men having sex wth men and spread by kissing even and possibility aerosol.  I don’t even like to be in crowds with Covid.  So I thought it would be nice to show solidarity, dress up with the tribe but then did I really want to ‘mix’. I had thought of the street fest and the fireworks and it just seemed to much disorder and chaos.  I go out and about and don’t wear a mask but I dont’ want to get sick. I’ve not had respiratory illness since India which I figure was probably early Covid. I was treated for a year for TB and I’m just happy to be alive. I’m in a survival and recovery mode.  I enjoy my meetings.  I liked the idea of being in crowds of people who don’t judge on appearance.  

I don’t want to wear ‘military’ wear and like cross dressing. I liked sailing wearing only shorts and a sarong. I liked the kaftans I wore young and just lose clothing.  I don’t want confrontation and seem to be having so many intrusive thoughts of defending women and others from gangs and bullies. Now the government is the bully and I don’t want to do anything more than Klinger.  I’m fearful and know that God is with me. I trust in Jesus. And I don’t think he cares how I dress or anything about sex. I did many years of marriage and didn’t have children. The church is an institution of family and I don’t feel theres’ a place for single folk like me. I don’t want to be a monk and I’m satisfied with my relationship with Laura but we’re not married.  We represent a large minority of folk who are being excluded by the church which is failing in other ways.  God for the traditional family. Good for children. Good for marriage. But I’m not ready to be a monk and asexual.  I think the spiritual paths of Hinduism and Buddhism and the whole asceticism for sex thing ignores greed and gluttony. I’m sober 25 years. A long fast. I’m doing my bit. But the fact remains I’m in Limbo.  World war on the horizon, Canada government corruption unlike ever before, WEF, UN and WHO and everything a mess. I can’t plan more than months a head and keep doing what I’m doing for want of a better thing. This is indeed how most people have lived whereas I’ve had the privilege of choice. Families have restricted people as much as they’ve enlightened them.  I have a dog and he even restricts my choices in a positive way.  I might be a dance star without him.. An old Fred Astaire but he prefers walking by rivers. So I’m looking forward to hunting with him.  

For now I do enjoy dressing up and getting my nails done and coming home to a lawnchair and sun.  2 hours out of a day.  Now today it’s just lawn chair and sun. What a do nothing weekend.  I rather like it. It’s quite the change.  Maybe it’s aging.  Recuperation.  I like that my back isn’t in pain and I’m taking NSAIDS.  I would have preferred Laura visiting but I’m glad she’s getting better.  

I’ll be at work next week. I realize that so many are satisfied by work and preparation for work. I did begin another medical course for veteran affairs.  It didn’t work on my ipad so I’ll have to continue on my laptop.  I’m looking forward to getting  a new ipad when it comes out. I may even get a new laptop. I use them daily for work.  

I have prayed. Asked direction.  Asked guidance.  I’m sitting on the bench mostly. What Im doing it okay.

Not only did Monkeypox lessened the excitement of being at the old parade I’d attended a half dozen times years back but then the worst infection occurred. Trudeau is one of the co leaders, a mascot of some sort. That did it for me.  The Pride Parade is important politically.  I was glad to make the pilgrimage to Stonewall. I appreciate the politics of Pride. I know so many who have been demonized as a minority.   I know the discrimination.  I don’t see deviance as demonic.  I’ve grown inclusive and softer. I’m uncertain and don’t trust those who claim certainty.  I believe God is loving.  But I can’t abide Trudeau and I feel like boycotting Pride if they allign themselves with him. It was like that pride where the 8 is too late , man boy love society marched with their banner.  I don’t like the drugs and alcohol at Pride either.  Do I want to go to that ‘mob’.  I didn’t go to the Fireworks because I didn’t want to be out in the drug and alcohol world. That’s probably just age.

Now George’s 46 year cake is that Sunday and he’s asked me to give it to him. That Trumps Pride by a long shot so if I go to pride it will only be a drive by rather than participating in the whole festivities. Like the times when I stopped at a party to ‘make an appearance’ as I was invited to several.  Today I feel I show the flag in costume and apparel.  

My gay friend laughs at my nails. He says that says it all.  Of course I bite my nails and since Covid I’ve stopped myself not wanting to damage the shellack. I’ve not been sick at all during Covid and like that. I’ve been sad though and my back has been sore. Anger turned inward. Grief. So many dying.  So many of those I was closest to gone.  

I’m okay.  

This weekend has definitely been a ‘vacation’.  Thank you Jesus. Thank you Creator. Thank you God. Thank you God of my understanding. Thank you Higher Power. Thank you Love. Thank you Yahweh. Thank you Yeshua.

Thank you for this day for the sunshine for my health for all the blessings you bestow upon me. Thank you that I ‘m still of service.  Thank you for my family and friends. Thank you for the summer.  Thank you for my backyard and Madigan and my home.  

War, Non violence, Christianity, Buddhism, Forgiveness and Revenge

C.S. Lewis the great Christian theologian gave talks to the Allied Troops during WWII.  The Nazi were the aggressor.  As today Xi Jinping continues his genocide in Tibet, invaded India and Hong Kong and threatens invasion of Taiwan, so Hitler invaded Austria.  C.S. Lewis summarized his understanding of Christianity in his talks which later were the basis of his book, “mere Christianity”.

The disciples were armed. All fishermen carry knives. Short swords were commonly carried for protection in an age of wilderness and wild where women and children needed protection.  The conqueror Roman army outlawed long swords.  Just as today commercial fisherman carry guns and the state outlaws the personal use of military hardware.  

If a man is going to attack me to kill me, my letting him when I could stop it, would be suicidal.  Suicide and homicide in Christianity are unnecessarytaking lives and each an error. If I defend myself and kill the aggressor then not only have I not committed a sin myself, murder is not self defence, I have also saved the man from being a murderer.  He has died and his sin is reduced by my living.  Life is sacred.  

The Bugghists commonly warred against their neighbours in the past.  Non violence was a political action. Mennonites and Quakers are living a life of non violence yet their existence depends on the protection of others. Just as commonly women and children have been non violent because of the protection of their men.  Even today Canadians can talk all manner of nonsense but American and before American Britain protects it from invasion. There is a concept of ‘proxy violence’ and women like some countries and political groups have been happy to allow others to fight their wars while they accrue the gains.  

Christians believe in forgiveness but not at the time of attack.  While there is a threat and they are under attack their obligation and duty is defence.  When their enemy is no longer a threat they are by scripture to forgive him.  By contrast the laws of vengeance and retaliation as the Jews and Celts and Romans and most tribal societies taught, an eye for an eye.  If you killed my family member I killed yours. Wars and feuds have gone on for generations because of the laws of vengeance.  Forgiveness involved leaving the justice to God.  Divine retribution and Karma would prevail.  Give them time. It is not the individuals ‘job’ despite the propaganda of the uncivilized Hollywood who like most mass media appeals to the basest nature of man.

I see couples whose children are grown and they still don’t forgive the ex yet they truly believe they are loving and forgiving.  

I don’t know Justin Trudeau but his policy and plans are hurting me and I would gladly see him gone so I could forgive him. I believe I should ‘love’ my enemy. To this end I use every means I have to protect myself from the aggression of Trudeau and to teach him in every possible way the errors of his ways. But I ‘d like him gone. I don’t know him. I’m limited to the spin of various media.  I know his words. I’ve read his own speeches and heard his cabal speak of him.  He still scares me and threatens my existence. So I’m struggling to ‘love’ him though I know that will come when his violence is stoppped.  Obviously an election with a new leader would be ideal .  

War is the end of diplomacy.  We can argue and extort and verbally abuse and even push and shove before we become deadly and take a life in the fight.  

The Muslims didn’t exist in 1200.  All of the Middle East was Zoroastrian, Jewish, Christian and Pagan.  The Crusades were a defensive series of battles aimed at stopping the further invasion of the Muslim hoards as well as freeing people enslaved by their attacks. It was no different from D Day and the Nazi.  Lying is a form of aggression,  Today the Middle East is dominated by Muslim tyranny like the Aetheist Communist tyranny of China.  The American Constitution and French Democracy are a different form of leadership and do not hearken by to the pre Magna Carta of divine leadership. Yet tyrants govern from the top down.

Jesus was a servant king. He washed the feet of his disciples. In a democracy the leadership are not tyrants like Trudeau who outright says he takes leadership from Straus the World Economic Forum, Xi Jinping’s World Health Organization and the Sharia Communism of the United Nations. None of these organizations he bows to are akin to NATO and other democratic institutions that believe in the ‘will of the people’ and ‘election by the people’.  There is humility in democracy and arrogance in dictatorship.  

One day I will forgive Trudeau. Not today.

Another day, Thursday

Thank you Lord for this day, Thank you for the refreshing dreams. I awake and remember enough to know that what I was dreaming of was pleasant. Sometimes I feel I’ve been in heaven, the memories of the dreams, so joyful and reassuring.

Each day I face the day with pain but some days are definitely better now the summer has come.  I wonder about my bed and the sofa and my need for more exercise.  Too often the swimming pool is full so I don’t swim as much as I try.  No real excuse. I love reading on my sofa.  I need to replace it for sure.  Yet the destruction by the dog and cat and the dog’s love for this sofa makes it hard for me to progress. I’m rather slow in changing things these days.

Everything is okay. It’s good enough. My life is copacetic.  I like my work. It’s not onerous. I love my home. I love the routine of work and walking the dogs. I like my neighbours. So much of my life has been struggle. False accusations and attacks and divorce.  Now I’m just enjoying the reprieve.  I’m waiting for the resolution of my camping. I’m paying off the mortgage. I’m buy gifts for family and friends. We’re still eating good barbecue despite inflation,

Last nights’ men’s meeting was great.

I was disheartened to hear Trudeau was the Pride Parade mascot. I got a bit of vomit in the back of my throat when I even think of that creepy sick sociopath,  I am troubled by the threats of the WEF and the new political WHO.  The Russian invasion of Ukraine continues. The Communist Chinese and invasion of Hong Kong remains while the threat to Taiwan increases.  

Now there’s monkey pox that’s spread from male to male with contact but may be aerosol because kissing spreads it.  I suddenly worry about going to Pride. I’d thought positively that given that I didn’t fly to Texas to IDAA not wanting to do more international travel with Trudeau’s arbitrary political decisions and lies and disruption, I’d get to go to the Pride Parade for the first time in a decade or more.  I even looked forward to dressing up au femme. I thought of taking Madigan and then thought he’d not like the crowd so could stay home for a few hours. I’d ride the Vespa to beat the traffic. I still may but the threat of Monkey Pox spreading in the crowds and the loathsome thought of Trudeau’s presence. They conspire to make it much easier to spend the day at home. George asked me to give him his 46 year cake that night and that’s a no brainer.  Definitely a priority.  I find often these days I can only plan one event a day.  More seems too much.  I wonder if I didn’t think of Pride as a ‘carefree’ occasion,  I don’t think that’s possible. It’s variation on drugs and alcoholism and escapism.  The call of the youthful state, when I didn’t ‘worry’.  Now I’m anxious. Just about ‘stuff’.  Really.  It’s pre retirement.  I sometimes think of just quitting and going off to play living within the means.  

Then I think I ‘m rather enjoying my life so why change.  Don’t go to pride. Go to pride.  Crowds are awful.  I really only like the Dikes on Bikes most. I could just pass by and say I was there.  I don’t have to participate or attend.  I fly by would satisfy.

I’m so looking forward to 6 days off with Laura camping in the woods and running about with a bow and an arrow on my ATV with Madigan. That’s freedom.

The working plan is a Workation in Yuma in November. It’s that or Mexico.  I hoped to take the camper but who knows what God and the Devil say about that.  

This seems too big to haul. If I were hauling it would be next year. I have a storage locker to reduce but no desire on weekends to face that task.  I need a ‘buddy’ to provide encouragement.  There’s time. It was August when I reduced two storage lockers to one so there’s more time

My mind wanders about these crazy corridors.

I pray for guidance and strength, I am slouching and muddling along

Was pleased that my friend Anne recovered from Covid.

I’ve red nails I thought they were fun but had a moment of low self esteem and wanted to ‘blend’ to camouflage,  I fluctuate between eccentricity and normalcy.  The mundane is so attractive.  

I had a great ride on the Harley out past Langley and circling back over the Golden Ears bridge through Pitt Meadows home. 

Thank you Jesus for Madigan, He gives me order and purpose.  

A pleasant weekend

It was a pleasant weekend.  Laura arrived to the joy of Madigan. He totally monopolizes her the whole time she’s here. The first day is the worst.  Laura is tired after a week of work and Madigan is all over her, trying to hump her while trying to cuddle.  

My only event for the weekend was to thaw and clean my fridge.  And restock it. The fridge isn’t leaking today. Kelvin at Travelco was right , the thermostat was stuck and leaving it off for a couple of hours let it thaw and free up.  Costco was our great event.  I posted pictures on Facebook of our ‘expensive romantic date’.  I barbecued all weekend. It rained mostly.  I did get a hot tub.  We did walk the dog. Mostly we read on the couch and in the evening watched PBS.  

Friday when Laura arrived I gave her the Lancôme La Vie est Belle perfume and she reminded me I’d bought that for her in Milan.  Then the Trejor whas what she wore at the office. I laughed because I just liked the scent of them. Obviously it was because they smelled of Laura.  

Saturday was the Costco day.  It’s funny that a shopping trip is the day’s outing.  It’s like retired people. I’m aware of how I don’t like to leave home if I don’t have to and that I’m as likely to call a shopping trip an ‘outing’. It’s the effects of Covid.  I used to have multiple events a day and be busy with activities all weekend. Now I’m fairly conventional and routine.  I do like my sofa , I pad for reading and tv.  

Laura loves PBS so we watched then end of one mini series and have begun another.  Madigan is always in between us.  He loves dinner with his share of chicken or steak.  Spoiled little pup.  We call him squirmy because he won’t sit still. 

We did book a week for bow hunting in Clinton.  To get accommodation post Covid requires booking months ahead. We were just lucky to get a place at Harrison when we booked a couple of weeks ahead.  I’m still hoping to snowbird this year but waiting to hear from Frazerway RV who’ve had the defective camper they sold us waiting insurance repairs since last October.  We were expecting to be camping this summer but Laura doesn’t want to tent. She’s house sitting in August so Madigan and I might head out with the tent for a weekend.  Motorcycle camping would be fun. The next step in his training is to drive out to Chilliwack with him in his box to build up his tolerance for longer rides.

I’m praying.  I ‘m always thanking God and looking for direction asking for help.