This excellent gift I received has brought growth into my recovery.  These records will produce days of celebration, days to learn my difficulties, and to grow from them.  For some, this sound small, but for me, this is big!  The photo has been taken with my Canon PowerShot ELPH130IS on Auto.  Altered with Windows Photo Center.  I’ve added some light, some colour, and some e002 (2)nhancement.



Jolly St. Nickvia Daily Prompt: Jolly

Holly jolly Christmas…  Being in recovery from B.E.D, holly jolly is a reality at the holidays.  The only thing jolly in obesity/binge eating is hope.  If it is extreme, it’s crippling.  A morbid existence, not only from being powerless, but also because the metabolism has shut down.  It’s a comatose existence from too much at once:  there is no jolly in the affliction, or from the afflicters.  There is the spirit of hope that Christmas brings.   Jolly old St. Nick and the rest of us B.E.D. eaters need to pass on the milk and cookies and have a piece of fruit or something from the veggy tray instead.

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008With it being Canada Day, eh,  I always feel for the Native North Americans.  Maybe, some will have a table at the park.  The community I live in has a Festival of Nations.  At one time, it lasted for the week.  The recession has taken a lot from our community, (They all just got a big raise).  One year, I purchased this hand made doll.  It’s about three inches long.  The craftsmanship is remarkable.  The young Native teen who sold it to me said you make it for your little brother or sister to play with.  On top of the colourful fabric is the beautiful bead work.  You can see the star with a bead on the blanket.  It also has ear rings.  The one with the beads were more than the plain, but when he billed me, he charged me the lesser price.  I asked him , “are you sure?”.  “Yes”, he012 (2) replied.  When I walked away, I looked back, and seen his hurt.  There was nothing I could do (forced poverty).  I’ve thought about it for these past years.  So, if I purchase something this year, I am ready.  Something I can put  with my little doll.  Another treasure of someone’s story for my box.


June 23rd, 2019
Eighteen-sixty-eight, this is the year, on this day, the first typewriter was patented. Being an excellent typist, I have a love for typing. Seeing the letters form into words, into sentences; it’s a writers glory. The prompt today mentions how typewriters have evolved. From keys, to electric balls, to the laptop, it is commendable. On a personal note, it took me from 1981/82 until 2012 to get a laptop. I love it, but find myself more on my Galaxy Tab A, or watching my smart TV. My goal setting of writing and painting has developed a little more time. So, I am going to be working on some short stories instead of daily prompts. Bye, and hope to see you soon in the realm of fiction…

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Blue WhaleJune 20th, 2019
With today being National Cream Soda Day, my writers itch had no scratch. But, when I read about the National Eagle Day, there was an effect. The wheels of thought started rolling. Along with the din of controversy. The first time I seen the eagle as a national representation, it shocked me. The bird looked like a cold blooded killer. With it’s eyes on its prey. Gliding like smooth liquid on top of the air currents. Its powerful talons ready to capture its next meal. Strong, confident, and striking in its plume; it’s survival. As a nation, like my own, we are to give this land back to the natives. The United States of America does not have the right to survive as a nation. Memory loss has a huge impact in this. Just for fun:   the Blue Whale, which is on the extirpated list, would be an excellent choice. It is the largest animal known to exist at 98′ long and 173 tons in weight. In time, all of the countries in North America will be similar to the blue whale. It all seems so blue, but in the end, it is true happiness.

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June 19th, 2019
After a couple of days off, the daily prompt was brunt. It’s Juneteenth – Abolishment of Slavery in Texas. Eighteen-sixty-five, marks the year. But, some didn’t let their slaves go until late into the year. Throughout my life, I have experienced some situations. Like, piece labour. If your not working at an accelerated pace, you don’t make minimum wage. Also, the competition. Literally, standing on my back – hard labour. Until the day I became disabled. Then, it evolved into something much worse. Considered part-time, at full time hours. Being paid less, and without any benefits. Nurses today are hired as part time, to avoid the high wages. Which is a solution to the problems that have been made by themselves, and our very own government. They have no right to complain. Especially, when the liberals paid prescriptions for all who don’t have the benefit. This had really offended the rest – “How dare they!”. When we are taught, what we take for ourselves, we have to give to others. With none of our social services being up to the poverty line, they are all criminal. Sad part is, they are only looking for more for themselves. Which, brings us back to the Scrooge, the Grinch, and the same old – same old some people talk about. Many of us are their slaves. Starved, beaten, and left for dead, in poverty, in the streets.
After all of this, it is also National Candy month.  These have been the reasons why some people experience sugar binges.

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National Holiday’s

June 15th, 2019
What today is will send emotions through out your entire being. A jolt of invigoration. It is “Go Fly a Kite Day”. Benjamin Franklin, on this day, in 1752, found a way to capture hydro energy. This is an excellent day to get it all out. Technology isn’t what we think it is. After all, sonar does not go through walls for the cell phone ring ding. So, with all of the humours and thoughts ignited, I will begin with the source. The interference from the sinister, who persist at making life theirs. They are into the ring ding; calling themselves all the wiser for their vexed technology. In my life, this interference takes me from being able to see or figure out the integrity of hydro. Today, seeing the power and how it can jolt something into motion, has also unveiled the over-billing that has always existed. Not being able to figure its integrity is also a strategy used to shut peoples mouths about it. Living without it at this point would have a huge impact on society (not funny). Another big problem with hydro is the toxic waste, from them having to push it down the lines. Grubstakes looking for money, really don’t do logic. They also keep pushing in the courts until they win. This is a huge problem in our courts. And, the clean energy is being denied. As-a-result, we are all left to suffer. The only solution I can see is political and social intervention to get this all set straight. The integrity of hydro, the toxic waste, and the billing department. Also, the loss of land water from the global warming permafrost melt has to be empowered to stop the bicker in the courts for grubstake money. With that, it is also The Power of a Smile Day; lets all smile. And, in 1851 the USA opened its first ice cream manufacturing facility. Producing 1.6 billion liters per year. Making them number one in ice cream sales. What will happen today, for tomorrow to think about?


The evil turn their violence into a game.  Befriending their prey, and human emotion, are their biggest weapons.  They seduce your mind into like.  Remembering a childhood experience:  my dad would play fight and tell me to say uncle when I wanted him to stop.  I said uncle, and he didn’t stop.  Betrayal, and positioning others are their energy.  Feeling the disability; God, I must be almost free of this.  Knowing the end is near, and semi conscious of my memory being wiped clean of the truth; who wins?  I do.  I just had to say that this morning – thank you.


At an end; I can see abusemyself.  With my existence as an adult child’s end being premised, my future looks brighter, happier.  This is a very big moment for me.  I’ve been seeking this end for years.  It’s been 55 years of surviving living hell.  Defiling, the abusers laugh.  There is help, and in God, there is also mercy.  Being human isn’t just behavour, it’s also how we get treated…

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Butcher’s Block

DefilementThe defiled.  The mental blocks that limit cognition.  When these manifest, he will make you feel the concrete block he has developed from his mind of sadistic fantasy.  The hardened with power who have been destroying your rights. Destroying you as a person.  The physical powerless existence that has also left you abandoned.  An affliction of an impending doom.  Some freedom has been there from a block breaking, but he’s still persisting – the last block is revealed.  The abuse, the feelings, and torture.   Feeling every second.  Then, pow – the final block of  “who’s to blame” breaks. It’s then, the abuse of power will stop and justice will be served.  An experience to learn from.  Especially the sick humour…

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Growing up and learning at school about politics, war, and hardship; I didn’t see myself in it.  Childhood was hard.  No bling, no Brownies, no cloths, not much of anything.  Different from the others who had opportunity.  Weekend fun in the 4H club, just think.  One day (today), the spectrum comes together:  the memory loss in the political forced poverty.  Along with the blinders to it.  The inflation, the denial of the necessity of welfare.  “They all just want a free ride”, they collaborate.  Also, denying welfare is in poverty.  Still saying they have too much since cutting it.  While they pay themselves $150,000.00 – $200,000 per year, plus padded expense accounts with huge pension packages.  The treason – especially the Conservatives.  The ones who are always cutting services money, never themselves, or the others.  Giving the tax breaks to the rich – never the poor.  While they sit sub-consciously in the aisles at the grocery store, inflating, and laughing.  They’re starting to see their end.  I thank God.  Because, when you open your eyes you will see the manslaughter, the premeditation, it is.


An exciting word.  Thinking of it this morning spun the feelings of the vigour in this life.  Then, blank.  Writers block took a strong foot hold.  But, my thoughts always go to what is going on.  Staying in the moment, he has popped up his head.  “It ain’t me.” he, forces.  Being the biggest obstacle in the human race, the day is awaited by many.  The final scene is quite a scene.  Intentional pity, and disbelieve to obstruct justice.  Obstruction of the reality of all that has been said and done.