Sunday, April 8th, 2018 –

Sunday, April 8th, 2018 —>  +3˚C / +37˚F & grey and cloudy @2:19 pm in Atlantic Canada – on Vicki Joyce’s Birthday & Rob Burnett’s birfday, & on this date in 1961 Mom told me that Nancy was on her way 🙂 –

Sunday Morning in Atlantic Canada

– Looking Toward Canada Street – at about 11:00 am this morning –

— Not feeling 100% – pretty good one minute, dull  & blah the next? Should I blame the weather?

— Yesterday I downloaded a newer Bento version and clicked ‘Try it’-  Because the danged thing will not allow me to buy it outright or enter my 35 digit key from the previous version I bought before we moved to New Brunswick — and thereby upgrade to that version without it committing software suicide in 30 days. This new version was a whole lot more user friendly than the previous version, but I’m afraid to upgrade my database because it might render everything useless when the month long trial period is over. ‘Filemaker Pro’ wants me to buy their latest and ‘greatest’ ‘offering’ —>  For a ‘mere’ $1,200.00 per year. —> Apple has died and been replaced by Bill Gates? —>  Schnarr!

— Ya think I’m kidding when I talk about Economic Warfare being waged against everybody?

— Grumble grumble grumble –

~~~~~ Jim

Life And Death When Nobody Notices –

Life And Death When Nobody’s Looking –

There were feral cats on my two hundred
And fifty mile route through rural upper New York State

– One Night a week, on Fridays
The Weekend Papers came out at midnight
and we, the victims of economic warfare,
had until 8 am to deliver them.

One night, in the middle
of nowhere
I saw a cat
run out from a roadside hiding spot
right under the back wheels of a car
whose driver never saw what happened

– I pulled over and stopped
got out and knelt down beside the cat
Her back was broken
her insides were crushed
from the stomach back

I tried to comfort her, what?
Talk to her – Tell her she was on her way
To the Kitten Happy Hunting Grounds?

– all she wanted to do was crawl away and die in peace
And me, with my human sentiments and sensibilities
hoped I wasn’t scaring her to death while I knelt there and cried

– She tried her damnedest to crawl – drag herself to cover
But she couldn’t move at all

I stayed with her until the light went out in her eyes
And twenty years later I can’t forget that moment

– Can’t stop hoping I didn’t make her final moments in this life unbearable-

I hope she understands.

—– Jim Wellington

The Cat Says, “Make The Snow Go Away-“

Saturday, March 17, 2018  —> -10˚C / +13˚F in the dark and clear atmosphere @ 11:11 pm in Atlantic Canada, on Cousin Ricky { Patrick } Conroy’s birthday 🙂 —

Moe

– Moe’s got his nose in the planter where he just finished off most of the cat grass and catnip –

— That’s three and four feet deep waves/dunes of snow outside Moe’s insulated window – Once a day he goes to the door and stares at one or both of us until we open the door, then he stares out at the snow and finally turns, looking heart-broken, with a desperate, “Make it go away-” look and something close to disillusionment behind his sadness, looks like he’s wondering what he needs humans for if we can’t magically make the snow go away and his wonderful green world appear  where it should be – Ya Know?

Moe looking at us.

– One of Moe’s “Make it go away-” looks –

— Moe was called “a cat and a half” by a friend near Ottawa – But that is a lot of fur around a lot of cat there –

Plants on our porch.

– Happy Plants – Basking in sunshine –

— The plants on our porch – patiently wait for warm weather when they can go outside and happily bask in the same sunshine Moe wants around him – but they don’t whine and complain the way he does.

Eslyn in the cat tails at the waterfall.

– Meanwhile – over the border in our game world –

— We had several of us corroborate on how to make a waterfall without a five or six thousand dollar graphics package. ‘Eslyn’ here loves the results.

Eslyn asa Ranger with the falls behind her.

– Eslyn posing with the ‘Exploded Rock Falls’ she helped clean up this evening. –

— About once a day even I wonder if getting this game world up in working order may be too lofty a goal. But then – A fresh face like ‘Eslyn’s ( Who was with us in like, um, 2012 but recently returned – ) shows up and goes, “Oh wow – This is great, I think I can fix your little problem there —” ) and gets it done.

~~~~~ Jim

Ice Chunks –

Friday, March 16th, 2018  —> -2˚C / +29˚F with very light snow falling @ 6:39 pm in Atlantic Canada —

Ice Chunk.

– Let’s see- This monster is like two and a half to three feet long and a foot high – Solid Ice – and weighs about 80 to 100 pounds. –

— Ugh! Good thing Cathi was already scheduled to work from home today. If she tried to drive over the above chunk of ice, which was blocking our driveway where she usually turns to stay in her proper lane on her way out of here. It would either have stopped her dead in her tracks or sliced through any vital cables and/or gas lines, brake lines — thinks like that.

— While I was digging this thing out or the end of the driveway I was thinking it might be poetic justice to launch that sonofagun at the windshield of anybody driving a snowplow on this street. —> Luckily, I’m a writer and I can imagine that as a plot angle in a story and not believe I owed the ‘birty dastard’ who pushed that thing into our driveway the scare of his life.

— & by the way, in this photo the ice chunk is posing atop a three and a half foot high mound of packed cleared snow at the edge of our driveway.

Snow chunks.

– I thought yesterday’s snow chunks were bad. –

— If somebody hit you in the head with one of the above ‘boulders’ of tightly packed snow, it might make you angry. If you head was ‘thick’ enough the chunk of snow would break.

— Today’s monster Ice Chunk could probably kill a healthy adult male human being.

Paw prints in the driveway beside my size 13 boot print.

– On the lighter side, Cathi thinks these paw prints belong to a very small cat. –

— It felt like a waste of space to center that above this.

— Now, it might just be a bit of ugly formatting on my part.

— But, yeah, Cathi thinks those are a very small cat’s paw prints. She worries about a cat that size being outside in weather like we’ve been having lately. – Worries more that it might be homeless and shivering in the dark somewhere.

= = = = =

— But, on then other PAW –

TaleRocker in a cave.

– TaleRocker’s latest look, since Doug gave him a pair of glasses. –

— We gave TaleRocker a new ‘Gravatar’

 

~~~~~ Jim

I just saw a documentary on the life of Eric Clapton ( in twelve bars ? )

Sunday, February 11th, 2018 —> -1˚C / +30˚F & still snowing (?) in the dark @ 3:13 am in Atlantic Canada —> On Pamm’s Birfday 🙂 <—

 

At my lowest point, I was singing ‘Bell Bottom Blues’ to myself and got the words all wrong –

Instead of “I don’t wanna fade away-” I was singing “I don’t want to lose control-”

and at the time I had no idea why those words popped into my head –

and later realized that since my father was a mean drunk –

I was afraid that any socially acceptable means for chemical relaxation –

might turn me into an alcoholic or otherwise addicted ogre –

who would drive everybody I cared about into seeking safety away from me.

& of course, you would be an Aries – dangit –

My Aries moon reads like, “Way deep down in the depths of your soul, you know for sure that brute force rules the universe.”

And that’s a complete bloody lie. And you know it –

Redeemed by a “7” life path -? You need to base your life on something to believe in.

Rock N Roll -? Drugs -?

But watching that documentary tonight –

I felt like you need to know. Of course he will know you in Heaven.

And things over on that side are a lot more forgiving than they are here.

Over there, no low minded men are using religion to try to control you – or me, or any and all of us –

 

But you might want to know how I know that.

The last time I saw my cousin, Gary, was at another cousin’s wedding.

Then Gary died shoveling some old lady’s snow – it was something he did without asking to be paid for it –

Because he was like that.

Gary’s older brother died of a brain tumor at the age of 6. Gary might have been 4 years old at the time.

And you know that kind of thing leaves a hole in your soul forever.

 

Nobody ever told Gary that I connect with the spirits of those who’d passed over – connect mostly in dreams –

They tell me things I couldn’t learn trough normal channels. They tell me in riddles I don’t always understand –

until one of life’s little surprises makes their meaning perfectly clear.

That’s something I don’t tell everybody. That’s something not everybody wants to hear –

It messes with the way they believe things are, or maybe should be –

But the first thing Gary did when he became acclimated to life on the other side –

He came to me in a dream. He set it in the venue where I’d last seen him, where the reception for our then newly married cousin took place –

He came down a stairway and made sure he caught my attention. There was somebody with him, and he was really happy to tell me,

“Hey, look who I found!” – his brother had grown up on the other side.

And there they were, together. Forty something years couldn’t keep them apart.

 

And I had a thing for John Lennon. Of course never met him in real life.

And of course I was shocked when the MKULTRA victim shot him that night –

So on the anniversary of that ignoble event I was working alone at night, cleaning an office, I –

heard a radio announcer mention the date and the anniversary of John crossing over –

I turned my thoughts beyond the clouds and asked, “How are you?”

And I was stunned that I got an answer –

“I wish you bluddy psychics would leave me the fook alone!”

And he knew I was shocked.

He was shocked that I was shocked – “Sorry-” I said, “I never thought you’d get this message from me -”

 

And a couple weeks later, same place, same job –

I thought I felt John’s presence again, I smiled, and asked, “How are you doing?”

And very deliberately he answered, “Better Than One Might Expect” –

And I got the feeling that – that was part of a message he wanted Yoko to get.

And I wondered if that message was coded, “B to me -” and the rest would come from somewhere else.

 

I later learned that a very good friend I talk to maybe once a year –

has a daughter ( I knew she has a daughter ) but I didn’t know –

Her daughter works for Yoko and Sean.

 

And hey, ‘Ric’, the Aries love of my life absolutely loves your song to Conor –

 

— you’ve earned you wings and halo, dude –

 

— Jassper LeBoof —