Cold in my bones. Damnit.
I’ve been at this for years now and look where I am.
Same place. Different day. Running faster. Slipping back.
Why did I dream?
Pointless hope. Pointless words. Pointless points.
There is no coffee left in my cupboards.
Friends – please be careful during this time of celebration!
Yesterday I went to a Christmas party. You know the story; I had a few drinks – a couple of beers. A scotch or two. Or three. Ending with a Jägerbomb or two. Maybe. It gets foggy.
Well anyway, you get the idea – I was tipsyish. Still I did have the sense to know I shouldn’t take my own car home. So I did something I never do: I took a cab home.
Sure enough, on the way home was a RIDE check. Fortunately though, I was in the cab and so they just waved me through. I arrived safely home without incident.
Which was really a great relief – and a surprise since I had never driven a cab before.
I don’t even remember where I found it.
It is safely hidden in my garage – which brings me to my point: does anyone have any advice on how I should get rid of it?
(…a cut and paste from an email sent to me – with my own custom edits…and be safe when celebrating: Please don’t drink and drive. Ever. 🙂 )
Recently I have been having a debate about the “sacred”.
I find the word is overused as a tool to make people listen – similiar to the way the concept of “privilege” is used to kill debate.
Today I posted this in response to an article about Jennifer Lawrence profaning some rocks in Hawaii with her holy-J-Law butt. Just because I rather enjoyed the sound of my own voice on this one, I decided to copy and preserve my ramble on why “nothing is sacred”
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth whileIf one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,And turning toward the window, should say:“That is not it at all,That is not what I meant, at all.”
Tonight I read a story in a local paper about an elderly woman who had devoted her life to a co-operative community. She had been a founding member of the co-op, and so involved the community even named the Community Centre in her honour! However, a few minor complaints in the past year has resulted in the volunteer Board of the co-op taking steps to evict her from the community. She is about to be exiled from her home, and her life’s work.
Now I know I have only read part of the story. And the Board may indeed by entirely “right” in their belief that they are doing the “right” thing. But here is the thing all “right” action must also “do right.” Justice is not punishment, justice is about making things better.
The news story is here: An 82-year-old woman battling cancer is facing eviction from her home of 22 years.
Please my readers take the time to contact the Co-operative and let them know what you think of their lack of compassion.
This story reads to me as one of elder abuse. Betty, the 82-year-old, may indeed by an annoyance to the current community. However, it is clear she has also helped foster and build the foundation of the current co-operative community. The part of the story where the Board prevented Betty’s friend from providing supportive care to Betty is simply barbaric. Again – yes the notice of trespass may have been justified by the application of the rules. However the Board (and community) should actually have offered to help Betty during that time period. What did the Board do to help Betty cope and adjust?
Contact info for the Co-operative is here:
Telephone: (519) 886-0359
Fax: (519) 886-5593
Email Sarah Tieleman at: office (at) beechwood (dot) coop
Email: chris (at) beechwood (dot) coop
Snail Mail: 693 Beechwood Drive, Waterloo ON N2T 2P6