Sorry, sorry, sorry …

The week just flew by. I’ve been drowning in deadlines lately, chained to my laptop, literally working my butt off, leaving me no time to even think about my blog, let alone write a blog post. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I’ve been  gratefully writing away.

But it does beg the question, why is it that life is always either a matter of feast or famine? All or nothing. Don’t give yourself a headache trying to come up with an answer, it’s a hypothetical question. I don’t think there is an answer.

Anyway by about 3:00 p.m. on Sunday I was desperate
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Guess what folks …

… we’re not in Kansas anymore.  We’ve had a series of wake-up calls recently in Canada, but the same is true pretty much everywhere.  This may come as a yellow brick roadnasty, unwelcome surprise to a lot of people out there, but crime, drug and alcohol addiction and bad and even deviant behaviour is not the exclusive territory of the underprivileged and uneducated among us.

Easy and convenient as it’s always been to point fingers at them, while denying, ignoring and doing nothing about what’s going on behind closed doors right in our own backyards.  Yes, my dears, on university campuses, in corporate boardrooms nice, middle class neighbourhoods and luxurious penthouse apartments and sprawling estates.

Just look at our soon to be former mayor, Rob Ford.  There are videos of him drunk, consorting with criminals, buying crack, making offensive racial slurs and comments about women and even threatening to kill people.  He’s got three siblings — two brothers and a sister and each and every one of them has had involvement with drugs.

His brother, Doug, sold hash in the ’80s.  His brother, Randy, not only sold drugs, he was once charged in relation to a drug-related kidnapping.  His sister, Kathy, is an addict, among other things, and Rob Ford was caught yet again on video, while at her house, in her basement, smoking crack with her.  It was after that he finally ended up in rehab; and she’s been

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Day 259. Appalling Behaviour

I escaped to Starbucks Saturday morning, in an effort to get out of my cleaning lady’s way.  Well, in an effort to avoid the chores she’d have given me, if I’d stayed home.  I noisykidhad some writing to do, so staying home wasn’t an option anyway.  I’d never have been able to concentrate with all the tumult and the noise from the vacuum.

When I first arrived it was very quiet.  There were only about five or six other people.  Shocking, really.  It’s always packed in there.  Not that I was complaining, mind you.

Got a yoghurt and a coffee and snagged a seat at the harvest table, which is my preference.  More room to spread out.  Didn’t take long before I was totally engrossed in what I was doing.  Oblivious to anything going on around me.  Unaware of anyone coming or going.  Didn’t even have a clue what time it was.

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Post 212. Keep Smiling

Whew!  Yesterday was weird.  It was a glorious, mild, sunny day.  I was in the BEST mood!  I literally skipped out of my apartment.  Was still happy when I arrived atnewleaf the hospital for my day of volunteering.

And then, WHACK!!  One after another, every single person I encountered was cranky.  CRANKY.  Grumpy.  And rude.  Every single person.  Un-bloody-believeable!  I got snapped at.  Snarled at.  Had fingers pointed at me.  Waved under my nose.

“What do YOU want?”, I was asked.  “I have NO time for you”, I was told.  “Close the damn door, I’m cold!”.   And on it went.  Oh yes, this was just the beginning.  But there is light at the end of the tunnel.  Because I’ve turned over a new leaf.

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