Category: History –

Politix As Usual?

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Thursday, May 24th, 2018 —> +14˚C / +57˚F —> ‘Kinda Grey’ & partly cloudy @7:27 pm in Atlantic Canada —

Democracy in Trouble -

– “Politix As Usual” Romanian Style? ‘Coming Soon’ to a street corner near you? –

 

— I almost missed the above tweet – I’ve been avoiding Twitter and Facebook lately – && ***! – The European Union is instituting some strong Data Privacy legislation. – We probably need to do that here, too –

 

7:27 pm web cam shot

– 7:27 pm Web Cam Shot –

 

— Um, with all the political sleight of hand going on lately – I’m pretty much in the same boat with everybody else – I get a nightly “WTF?” reaction to the network news political reporters. …

 

— I started writing this ‘post’ to tell you about my latest possible insight into the Donald J Trump – Kim Jong-un circus. —> I can’t be 1,000% certain that I got this right, but it occurred to me that Kim Jong-un probably seemed a little too happy to announce the ‘denuclearization’ of Korea. — It hit me like a flash of lightning that he probably believed that his sabre-rattling tactics had won him a very clear { in his mind } victory and South Korea would ‘behave itself’ and not allow the big bad Amerikans to point their nuclear weapons at North Korea ever again. – I’m thinking that the Chinese probably guessed that he believed this and set him straight, saying, “No – if you go along with this – Donald Trump wins and you will have to give up all your nuclear ambitions and hand over all your nuclear weapons and allow United Nations inspectors free reign over all your future research.”

 

— Like I said, I can’t claim this is the pure Gospel Truth from the vocal chords of God Himself { or Herself } but it felt like a divine flash of insight when it occurred to me.

 

~~~~~ Jim

 

Sunday – And my stomach is upside down.

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Sunday, April 15th,  2018 —> +3˚C / +38˚F & ‘clear’ @ 6:08 pm in Atlantic Canada —

gradual snow melt in driveway and up the wall.

– WebCam shot around 12:30 pm today –

— Got up around 9, waddled to the washroom + back into the office – checked email and made sure my computers hadn’t blown up over night. –  I was going to exercise and meditate at 11:00 am —

 

— But – as 11:00 am approached – I felt my stomach flip over and it was so weird I thought something awful and major had happened on the world stage – so I ate some instant oatmeal and parked in front of the television and there was nothing that drastic in the news. – Nothing very positive either.

 

— I forget when Cathi got up,  but I fell asleep and woke up with Justin Trudeau trying to justify demanding that the proposed new Kinder-Morgan oil pipeline out west go through B.C. from Alberta – and his arguments sounded like the big business oil baron elites bought and sold him. He belabored the same stupid points over and over. He did not show the map of all the pipelines all over Alberta that make one more look like the world’s most intense maze. He tried to convince everybody that Canada will go bankrupt { some idiot said the price of gasoline will go up by $2.00 per liter if we don’t put that pipeline through} – { Bull Chips! }

 

— He tried to say that this new pipeline will generate lots of good paying jobs for nice Canadian workers.  I have noticed that any time a politician opens his mouth and  “Jobs” comes out –  you might as well stop listening because nothing like the truth is about to follow. In other words = “Bull Chips!”

 

— Many times more jobs are generated by renewable energy resourses and the manufacturing and service industries that surround renewables. It’s like fourteen times more jobs are generated by renewable technologies than those monopolistic big oil b.s. jobs.

 

— “We can’t depend on our long time best business partner – the ‘USA’ – because, well you’ve heard the news – we have no idea what they’re going to do next.” —> So he wants to get in bed with the Chinese??? Gaaa! { The Chinese people I know are wonderful. Their mainland government is nuts. }

 

So yeah, blehhhhh – I’m still feeling uneasy here – there may yet be another shoe about to drop.

 

— blehhhhh —,

~~~~~ Jim

um – Tuesday, March 13th, 2018 –

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Tuesday, March 13th, 2018 —>  -0˚C / +31˚F —> Dark & I think it’s snowing @ 7:59 pm here, in Atlantic Canada — I think today might be Dana Delaney’s ( of China Beach teevee series? ) Birthday. & It’s Doug’s Daughter’s ( Rachels’s ) spouse for life – Derrick Kenwood’s Birthday ( He uses a forest elf’s image from our game as his facebook avatar 🙂 — Yay? —

Smiling Snow pyramid?

– I thought the snow pyramid to the left looked like it had a jolly, almost Santa Claus-like face, & to me at least – it looked like it was smiling. This was yesterday –

 

— My sister, Sharon, in Alaska – who has been having problems with connecting to her Skype account, heard from our friend, Chris, that ‘effbook’ has a free video chat function and she was all excited to try that – like I said, Skype has been making it impossible for her to log on and use it. & today we had a very nice, but slightly blurry ‘effbook’ video chat – Yay? – Yeah, always good to see her smiling face. 🙂

 

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— & Now this from our sister in Utah, Nancy —>

 

 Nancy Wellington Aylward –

— “I found out some information which I think might be helpful to all. We have been using a large amount of our cellular data these last two months, even though we all use WiFi when at home and other places like the gym. Yesterday I went online to AT&T to view our data usage. I looked specifically at my usage and noticed charges for data at 12:00 am, 3:00 am and 6:00am-every day! I am NOT on my phone at these times. When I told the agent this he told me that even though I am on WiFi I need to turn off my “cellular data” or my phone will look for the stronger signal and use the cellular data if that is stronger than the WiFi-which it apparently is at our house!! So for those of us who did not know this and were not told this by our carriers-always turn off your cellular data when using WiFi!!!!

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 — Meanwhile, over the border, in Aerendel, Laerry’s { Métis } cousin, Julienne, has apparently ‘gone native’ as a forest elf, perhaps with a little bit of Ottahrian blood? When it was time for her portrait, she quickly changed out of her work clothes ( she did a lot – pulled millions of weeds up and fed them to somebody’s cows – worked all night – I think – ) and, um, from the looks of things, she’s trying to catch somebody’s eye. Back home in the ‘Real World’ she was quite the musician – a prodigy with the ‘fiddle’ { she wanted to stick to mostly Celtic stuff – but could play the heck out of um, —> “Eine Kleine Nachtmusik” – with a flair and enough rasp to sound like she owned it.

 

Julienne in the morning fog.

– by-line ‘TaleRocker in Aerendel’ –  (Using a contraband smart phone ( “No Service – EVER!” ) for a camera ) — Pre-Dawn sun rays on this planet in this ‘parallel’ dimension do some wild things with something in the atmosphere to give us some very interesting sky and fog colours – Julienne appreciates that, but she is, after all, a Bard – and can’t resist getting all dolled up and posing –

— Yes, Julienne has gone native, I think if you hang out with members of one race or another, you really do start to look, and maybe think and feel a lot like them – And ‘T-R’ hasn’t told us how he keeps his iPhone charged over there –

— shrug & 1/2 —,

~~~~~ Jim

The Play Of Light And Shadow { No – we’re definitely not in Kansas – }

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Sunday, March 4th, 2018 —>  +1˚C / +34˚F with light rain { actually looked like very fine – almost invisible snow was falling here } @1:23 pm in Atlantic Canada —> On Marcia Logan’s Birthday { And Michaela M.’s & a couple more people who might not want to be reminded that they’re aging —

 

Fashion Statement?

– “Fashion Statement” –

 

 

— { I did not expect the above photo to load full sized. }

 

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1.

 

I count my ‘mindless pursuits”

among the most productive form

of therapy

available to me

-when in the course of another day’s

fierce concentration

I find my ‘self’

where my brain says, “NO!”

and flatly refuses

to even attempt

to solve another

mind numbing

dilemma –

And then

a mindless game on a computer

or other ‘device’

may not seem like much

but if it’s engaging

enough

the deeper reaches

of my mind or soul or -?

-whatever-

often sighs with relief

as my ‘conscious’ mind (fried)

allows that simple solution

(I couldn’t see)

come bubbling up out of nowhere

in spite of all the conventional wisdom

our contemporaries spout

and try to live by

and act like they believe

we all should-?

 

 

2.

 

“Getting Somewhere?”

 

Moving the new desk into my cluttered office

I can’t move without knocking something over

but I look around

And hey – there’s more space in here –

 

( don’t tell Cathi – I’ll never hear the end of it?)

March 4th, 2018

 

 

 

“the Play of Light and Shadow”

 

Working all night

on keeping this world together

with duct tape and anybody else’s discards

after an un-predicted

catastrophe

brought earthquakes –

shattered homes

shattered lives –

 

There’s nothing to do

but keep on moving

-pull one more

piece of debris

from another collapsed

home

in the hopes that

someone under that mess

may still be alive –

 

Then – in the morning’s first light

old “Rescue Central”

sent in the relief team

and, exhausted –

we turn around and blink

dumbfounded at the piles of rocks and bricks

that just the other day

was a thriving neighbourhood

And I stare at the friend I’ve been working along side –

wonder where she finds the strength to do this –

and the two of us gasp and stumble toward nothing like ‘home’

numb to everything around us

until the play of light and shadow

on the one untouched masonry hacienda anywhere

for miles in any direction –

takes our breath away

we can almost imagine children

running around, playing

happy and free and

care-free?

Yes, we’re both  mesmerized –

Then she sighs and looks around at the hills and the jungle and the river –

“This place really is beautiful, ya know?”

March 4, 2018

 

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~~~~~ Jim

Aggrivation With Scanners & One More Reason To Hate Google

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Saturday, March 3rd, 2018  —> +2˚C / +35˚F — Overcast and ‘Dark’@ 905 pm in Atlantic Canada. —> on multiple Birthdays day – Tom Poplawski, Elsa C., Ian Punnet — and the anniversary of the release of  ‘Dark Side of the Moon’ by Pink Floyd. —

 

— Moving stuff around in my “office” here these last couple days, I found some real treasures when I opened envelopes I don’t remember seeing before. { Might have been something someone handed me at a ‘Life Celebration’ { A funeral by a euphemistic name? Although we did try to keep it positive, my mother always was an ‘Earth Angel’ – She just dropped the ‘Earth’ part} }. And trying to get these scanned has been a buster-

 

Brookses, Bordens, Georges + Wellingtons

– Extended Family Portrait – circa 1950 –

 

— Really don’t know when the above photo was taken. Standing, left to right, Dorothy May Brooks Borden, Robert H Borden, Dorothy Eleanor Borden Wellington, Robert C Wellington Jr, Edith Grace George Wellington and Robert Carlson Wellington ( Senior ). Seated: Willie Brooks ( nee Willie Brooke ) Eliza Morgan Brooks, Clarence  George. & dat’s me on my Great Grandmother’s lap.

 

– I think this is World War II Liberation Money. It was the last thing my father gave me before he shuttled off to the Spirit Realms. –

 

— I thought he’d given me Liberation Money from the Philippines, But this looks Dutch to me.

 

Backside

– Back side of the above Liberation Currency –

 

— So, the first thing I tried to scan – on our mono laser printer ‘all-in-one’ got as far as ‘Scan to PC’ – and the danged thing would still be spinning, looking for the PC if I didn’t mercifully ‘pull the plug’ – { Hit the ‘Off” switch. }

 

Me in the 70's

– Me in the early 70’s at my Borden Grandparents’ 45th Anniversary Bash –

 

— Don’t know the exact date on this one either. There was a big party at my Aunt’s ( & Uncle’s ) in Milford. The photographer was a young guy, friend of my sister, Sharon.

 

Me?

– And, This was me at a ridiculous hour of this morning, trying to figure out a clunky old data base. –

 

— Weird things happen when your cursor gets too close to the ‘camera’ icon.

— And a lot of very odd and frustrating things kept coming at me today.

— So I soaked in a bathtub full of hot water until my brain turned soggy – { shhh, I won’t admit that the brain was soggy before the incident with the tub full  of hot  water –

— And later I reconnected an old scanner that seemed to be working, but it wanted to save everything as pdf files. { What the —- }

— The latest schnarr frustration came when I had to email the photos in small groups because the computer that can connect to the clunky old scanner doesn’t know any other way to do things, and now it decided it can’t use firefox and google chrome wants to send everything to a google drive so it can steal all your private information and sell it to the highest bidder. — and after I said “NO! Do not involve Google Freakin Drive! – it did anyway and then google freakin drive would not let me download from their freakin cloud, I could look at it, but I couldn’t touch? Or use anything? — Are you kidding me?

— Yup, so – every step of the way between thinkin’ I could scan and share a couple photos and now as full of flying monkey wrenches.  – Which – I hope – I managed to duck –

— { Quack quack already — }

— Sigh —,

~~~~~ Jim

Does a 4 foot Mountain of Snow (& hidden ice boulders) blocking your driveway look like attempted murder to you?

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—> This was supposed to be our back up blog & repository for blogged articles from other blogs — Now it looks like it’s become our ‘GoTo’ mainstay. <—

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Sunday, February 11th, 2018 —> -2˚C / +27˚F & grey & damp @ 4:55 pm on Pamm’s Birthday in Atlantic Canada 🙂 —

Snow Ridge to the left of snowblower

– After I struggled to get through the ‘low end’ of the ice and snow ridge those wonderful people dumped to block the driveway, I went and grabbed my iPhone and took a couple photos – Schnarr! –

— Schnarr! I’m one of the youngest guys down this corner of our street and when the bleepity bleep bleeping snow plows go out of their way to plow us in like this it DOES begin to feel like attempted murder. Grumble grumble … There were chunks of ice hidden beneath three and four-foot ridges of snow that had to be 2 feet wide and a foot and a half tall, and the snowblower didn’t like slamming into those. I stopped near the road to pick up and/or kick those monsters out of the way and people driving up the street in 4 wheel drive vehicles looked at me like “Holy Snar!” 😉

- Sigh - Snow blower backed part way out of its groove.

– & this is what a little bit of progress looks like from the house side of things. – 27 inch snowblower versus four foot high snow ridge. –

— When Sears Canada laid off its workers and paid big bonuses to its executives a couple months ago – Cathi looked at the snowblower and said, “Hey, good thing we didn’t bite the bullet and shell out that money to extend the warranty on this thing. They announced that they won’t honour those contracts after today.”

Sliced ice and snow mountain.

– And that’s where the snowblower and I gave up today – Couldn’t cut any deeper into that stuff – Please notice the ice bombs and boulders hiding under snow at the left of that hill. –

— The snow mountain doesn’t look all that impressive in the above photo. The snowblower and I cut away more than twice the height of the snowblower’s – um – hopper? What do you call the business end of a snowblower? “Chipper”? Ick.

— But today I discovered that even our anthropomorphic snowblower has a sense of humour. When I started it up it went forward and back – fine – but the blades wouldn’t turn at all. I very cautiously checked to make sure there wasn’t a solid chunk of ice holding the blades stuck, then tipped the thing up and down a couple times to jar it awake. – And, leaving it in non moving mode, I pushed down the lever that is supposed to turn on the blades’ action and cautiously leaned as far forward as I could, to see if it was working. As soon as my face was in range for the snow blowing spout ( is that whatcha might call it? ) – The thing kicked in and got me with a slight wump of snow – I tell ya, artificial intelligence is here… 😉 —

"Doot doot doo - Shovlin out my back door..."

– I think I get at least one shot like this every winter since we came to New Brunswick – Canyon dug through snow mountains to get to our door. –

— Sigh —

Selfie.

“After -” { I should find a thirty year old photograph of me and claim that was me before I tried to shovel and snow-blow the driveway this afternoon. 😉 } –

— Lately I’ve become a fan of my iPhone camera – I used to think they were over-hyped and over-priced until we began having issues with our Samsungs.

Cathi's Painting.

– Cathi’s Painting

 

— & Cathi talked about this painting last night – Her aunt brought her on a trip to Europe in the 80’s – a tour of the Netherlands and Belgium focusing on art museums and artistic stuff.

— I think both Cathi and her aunt ( a concert pianist and supporting member of a national museum of art ) thought the view to the left here, in real life, was awe-inspiring. Cathi took a photograph and then painted what she’d captured and remembered and gave the painting to her aunt for Christmas that year.

— Her aunt loved it.

— Sadly, after her aunt died almost twenty years later, the painting came back to Cathi and of course, it still means a lot to her.

— { It looked like I had it framed perfectly in the LED screen — }

— Sigh, I should quit while I’m ahead?

— Am I? Ahead? – Of what?

— Shrug —,

~~~~~ Jim

Good Morning/Afternoon —> Some Archival Schtuff —

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Tuesday, January 23rd, 2018 —> -4˚C / +24˚F & very grey and drab with almost invisibly falling snow @3:15 pm in Atlantic Canada — Imported to “Mirror Blog” much later —

Deserted Manor Houses

– Faer Kingdoms – Deserted Manor Houses at Dawn –

— One of our first glimpses of a parallel world within a parallel world – In this case it’s an anomaly-created ‘pocket dimension’ called, “The Faer Kingdoms”. This is an area where mythical creatures and “The People Of The Glenn” live side by side with humans and elves and upright bi-pedal Cat-People – among others.

Cavern Details

– Cavern Details – A guide named Daerenn led us part of the way to safety through a cavern that had been formed by rushing water from melting glaciers eons ago. –

— This cavern is mostly stable with wild portals opening in random spots from time to time. In a lot of areas it’s dark and scary, in others, engineers have been able to chip away excess stone near deposits of fairly clear white or perfectly clear colourless crystals in the ceiling and set up mirrors and lenses to amplify and focus daylight into the interior of the cavern so sights such as this one are spectacular –

Wild Portals

– Examples of Wild Portals springing up – Not inside the cavern –

— Guards rush to stand near wild portals on a dark and stormy night in a section of the Faer Kingdoms. This was just before a really intense lightning storm and the kind of downpour that produced flash flooding everywhere.

Cavern Guard - "Don't Look Down"

– Doug hinted that there were several areas where various guides warned us, “Don’t Look Down!” This was one of those areas. –

— Luckily, most of the guides and guards in this cavern are hyper-vigilant and not afraid to body slam somebody who looks slightly woozy against a wall when they might just pass our and teeter over the edge. There was a deep pool of water at the bottom of this drop. We were warned that some pools can be extremely toxic.

Moonlight through channeled crystals

– Moonlight channeled through crystals –

— On a night with a brilliant full moon outside the cavern, the engineers were able to filter that moonlight through crystals and flood areas of the cavern with bright, nearly magical light.

Woman guard guarding Crysal deposits

– Crystal deposits – Colourful glowing crystals light up some dark spots. –

— Her name is Eslyn, she’s a guard – and she told us, “When we dress like this, a lot of guys can’t think straight – Sometimes we need all the unfair advantage we can get.” She smiled. Other guards glared at us like, “You’re not supposed to look!”

Crystal Cavern Guide.

– Vollffe was another guide/guard. He told us that many guides and guards adopt flashy dress to suggest to potential looters and vandals that they’re already rich enough so bribery would be out of the question. –

— Rods and shards of mined crystals litter the floor while scars from miners’ picks and other implements of destruction are plainly visible in the walls of this section of the cavern.

Cave Entrance as seen from the Faer Kingdoms

– When we glanced back at the cavern’s entrance/exit once we could see again in daylight. This is what we saw –

— The Faer Kingdoms landscapes, and many other features there – exhibited much richer colours than we were used to in our ‘normal world’.

Dhoreena beyond the cavern.

– Dhoreena is an artist and a gentle soul from our world who became fascinated with this dimension and stayed on to capture as much of it as she could in paintings and occasional contraband camera photographs. –

— When our eyes became adjusted to daylight again, an artist named Dhoreena greeted us and led us to a safe hostel where the food wasn’t bad and the beds were a lot more comfortable than sleeping on the cold hard stone in the cavern had been. She admitted that she came from our world, said something about a designation “Earth – North America-Canada-Mexico Number Minus Five” – And mentioned that the only difference between minus three and minus five was the borders of Maine and New Brunswick. Presque Isle is part of New Brunswick in her world. She also told us that she’d heard rumours of a dimension in which Robert Kennedy avoided assassination, where the Psychiatrist who hypnotized Sirhan Sirhan confessed to trying to set up the hapless immigrant as a diversion for the man dressed as a security guard – who suffered a broken neck when a football player near Bobby Kennedy saw the gun in his hand – and Bobby went on to become a three term President of the USA and jailed the manipulators of the Federal Reserve Bank and the Economy, in her words, “Went Gang-Busters!” She also told us that she didn’t mind that the locals had her change the spelling of her name to reflect their customs.

— I probably need to come back and say a lot more, but I can do that later –

~~~~~ Jim

A Poem to Tom Rush

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(A Tribute To Tom Rush And Crazier, more Hope Filled Days / Daze)

 

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( This Is To Tom Rush /
But That’s Not A Title )

 

I’ve seen you reaching
to understand the feelings
of everyone around you,
like you thoughts yours didn’t matter,
you remind me
of the things I like best in people

 

People; we’ve known our share
(pass the wine friend)
we know that our heaviest burden
is that we care
too much for things
that never give us a second thought,
we’re soldiers in a war
to bring love to our friends
who fear it the most

 

have to admit it though,
we sure know how to live,
if livin is losin,
if livin is losin your soul
twenty times a day
(tied off with a crumpled bow
and tossed) at the feet of the living
whose dreams are bound to die
before their time

 

they’ll be back, Tom, the people
when their losing
brings them to the questions
we gave them answers for
when they were too young to ask,
when their breasts were new
and full of energy,
full of idealism
that told them
the world was theirs

 

they’ll drag their heals
and feel their tears
and wonder about dying,
the way we did,
before we saw them ready to fall
before we were ready
to fight all manner of gods
for their happieness,
to strain every muscle
in our hearts
to keep them from crying

 

pass the wine, Tom,
the waiting is on us,
empty as a corpse.

 

Jim Wellington (1971)

 

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(( I came home from work one morning, to an empty house. All my “hippy friends” and house mates had gotten up early to zoom off to New Haven to the farmers’ market.

 

I’d had a rough couple days, with a new friend named Richie, whose parents had kicked him out of their house- he’d scored some really bad acid and spent a couple hours puking his brains out in our reassuring bathroom.

 

-And a fifteen year old girl had wondered into the house, wide eyed and helpless, looking like somebody’s perfect daughter, flawless skin, beautiful eyes, thin young body wearing bell bottoms and soft suede shoes, a tight tee shirt of brown textured material with a wide cut between her hinted at breasts- the tee shirt held closed by criss crossed shoe laced leather. Long straight dark hair, innocent brown eyes. She was just barely hanging on to her sanity after some idiot had given her a first taste of Lysergic Acid Diethalimide .25 and she was calmly trying not to explode into millions of fragments that might never come back together right. I managed to let he know we believed she mattered, she was a wonderful human being with better than infinite potential. She wanted to hold my hands and look into my eyes and absorb that truth and feel really good about herself and the universe that was coming together to save her from her parents’ particular form of insanity. But that inrush of truth and beauty and hope and love threatened to explode her again. I think, somehow, I said something that had her laughing with joy and launched her bad trip into a much better field of exploration.

 

And I had to go to work in the midst of all this, leave Annie surrounded by friends I trusted to stand back and stand guard to make sure she was safe and happy and learning as much positive information as possible without exploding all over the place… (a poster of Jimi Hendrix turned and looked at her and said, “What are you doing? … What did I do?…” ) And Richie from Long Island finished puking his brains out and sat around for a while staring at a very frightening panorama of monstrous faces forming the air around him and later asked for a ride to the emergency room, and he survived- ((( a couple days later he was playing his guitar and teaching me licks from Pink Floyd and Jefferson Airplane… )))

 

-But I was freakin drained, dealing with long haul truck drivers who told me my beard looked like their girl friend’s private parts, and the clerk work at the trucking company office kept coming and never gave me a chance to sit down and catch my breath.

 

-So I came home to our hippy beach house and put on my newish copy of Tom Rush- the album that starts with Driving Wheel. And I cranked it a little louder than I would if anybody was sleeping upstairs or on the couch or passed out half hugging the washing machine… life was that kind of an adventure….

 

And I fried myself a couple brown eggs and got the toaster to work and found enough coffee left in the pot to bring it all together into one of the better breakfasts I’d tried to cook myself…

 

And I sat down in the living room (in the mix-matched furniture that only looked right in a rented beach house)

 

And the music filled the universe with magic- every note relaxed and soothed another part of me that I hadn’t realized was on fire. And Tom’s voice was the soul of compassion and I could see the old man with white hair sitting on a park bench, looking through fading eyes at a world worth loving, and I wanted to get up and dance to stuff my momma would have warned me I better not dance to, all night long. and I wanted to drop my guard and feel the pain of crazy people who had a lot more to offer than I’d ever realized.

 

Star Children from the other side of the universe were coming to earth and infiltrating our wild and crazy hippy get togethers and donating secret bits of love and wisdom and compassion and hope. And they were using unassuming genius folk singers to help them spread their message.

 

I had to sit down and write the above poem, straining to feel and find the words that fit together just right.

 

I typed up two copies and gave one to Annie (the fifteen year old hope of my lost tribe’s wildest uncontrollable generation)  She kept a crumpled up copy with her and read it read many times after being used and abused by flower children and people who hated flower children. She went to a Tom Rush concert because of that poem and loved every second of it.

 

And I thought I lost my last copy of that typewritten poem but found it yesterday in a stinkin mildew and mold ridden mess in a storage unit a family member had filled with stuff that my brother in law had not burned when he set his house and fire and blew his brains out, never getting over the loss of my sister to cancer….

 

And the original is inside a plastic page protector and this copy will be saved on five or six hard drives and on the web in at least three sites.

 

Yeah, life is still worth living. Even if the only wine I want is the spiritual kind that warms you to the core of our universal soul and spirit.

—–Jim, July 12, 2014 (Full moon tonight) ))

Was Today Saturday?

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{ Imported as a “.png” image on Thursday, February 1st, 2018, then pre-dated – & posted as an archive here – }

Screenshot from 2009.

– I really liked this WordPress theme – with Tolkein scripts – You may be able to download this –

— Archives from July 26th, 2009 – The 29th of July was my cousin Jaimie’s birthday and a friend, Kaylie’s, birthday, too – 🙂 – I was experimenting with formatting when I posted the above, and I think this might even be readable as an image here – Yay!

Mother's Day, 2009 post

– Mothers’ Day Post, from 2009 – Shows the theme’s author. I went looking for her in a StartPage search and was able to download a copy of this theme from her site after it disappeared from WordPress’ offerings. – 🙂 – If you go to http://www.aerendel.ca/wp/ “Karen Blundell aka arwen54)” is a link that might even still work – 🙂 –

— & at the bottom of the page at http://www.aerendel.ca/wp/ you can click on the author’s name and go to her site and maybe even still download a copy of this theme if you really like it.

~~~~~ Jim

Poetry from 2009 –

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Sunday, February 4th, 2018  —> -7˚C / +19˚F & snowing lightly outside at 1:11 pm Atlantic Time —

Boof with bone.

– Jassper – May 17th, 2008 –

 

 

jassper onda couch.

-“Boof!”-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Saturday, June 6, 2009

Posted by Jim – June 6th, 2009

 

The dog just “booof” ed on the back porch.

I’m staring at a world that keeps demanding stuff from me

And dismissing every effort I offer

to try to make it a  better place for everyone involved

I just wrote in a venting page

“If nothing I could ever imagine

could possibly be good enough for you

Why would I ever bother trying?”

And the dog is still boofing on the porch

And I can’t see anything I can propose to make anything any more liveable

That could meet with anybody’s approval.

And laying down and dying just isn’t an option.

So I’ll write this down and let the dog in.

And see if it’s at all possible

to go back to sleep. (10:19 AM)

 

—–“Truth Seeker Indigo” —