As I look out of the bathroom window the large maple tree that is in my view is almost barren with
only a quarter of its leaves left to fall. I can almost see the street light
again and the neighbor’s light is on across the street indicating someone is
home. The heat has come on from the furnace in the basement, as I reached for
my towel resting on the radiator from last night’s bath; it was warm to the
touch. This week has been a bit of an emotional roller coaster, with the news
that I may lose my home due to the owner selling the building to a friend of
his. My landlord wants to retire back to the country and his wealthy friend
wants to buy it from him for his two adult children attending university. (does
he want adopt me?) I ask my landlord when he informed me of this change to
come.
#metoo Me Too I thought as I got older and being now in my 50's that the predators that cross my path would stop, but that isn't the case at all. It happens to women in everyday life and it affects us all in every work industry imaginable. As a matter of fact, you don't even have to be in front of someone, it happens on the telephone line based on the tones in your voice, causes arousal and sexual innuendos, start dominating the conversation. We have walked around silent for so many years, privately dealing with it and trying to shrug it off and turning inward on our selves. We live with double standards all the time. Both men and women state' we ask for it' purely based by the choice of clothing we wear. Men walk around with their shirts off all the time. Looking all buffed, built and 'hot' some even are very sexy and alluring. Are they asking for it? How can you help but not look at what attracts you so. What's the difference though? Is in what comes out of your mouth, when you see that attraction, or that beauty; what you do with hands without permission to touch that fine specimen, body. This is what’s called crossing the line, how difficult is that to understand? We are surrounded by entitled takers, and blamers, for bad behavior. NO accountability, for poor judgment and harm onto others. Intimidation, abuse of power all so that arousal, stirring can have a happy ending, for one. How twisted is that? It has been going on for centuries and it’s about time to educate and end this need to make someone submissive to you so a body can get their rocks off. Sadly, shortly, the media’s news outlets will taper off onto another big story and attentions will be drawn elsewhere; not much will change except a few more voices will speak out from time to time until the curtains are closed again as things go back to status quo and games with peoples’ lives play on for sport. XO ❤
To his family, friends and fans,
My condolences for your loss of this wonderful loved one. Gord will be missed, but never, ever forgotten. Generations to come will learn of this great man's accomplishments and contributions. He was a great, inspiring Canadian 
, a fantastic poet, writer, musician, singer, a mentor and a hero. Bless XO ❤
An abrupt end for the Taxis dispatchers in Sherbrooke city: profitability question according to drivers. The operators from the call distribution center of Taxis de Sherbrooke do not digest the way they were thrown out by the company. Some of them went to the office Monday afternoon to collect their belongings.
Once there, the vice-president of the dispatchers' union, contacted the police as the management refused them access to the premises. Recall that the 10 employees responsible for the distribution of calls learned by phone their dismissal Sunday at the end of the day. The employer advised them that the distribution of appeals would now be in Ottawa, Ontario; voted by a large majority to move it there for profit. Clients were encouraged not to tip the Taxi drivers that day for shabby treatment of the dispatchers. Very sad end to peoples lively hood. Emploi Quebec has reached out to help the employees find more work elsewhere. The dispatchers though are considering an action plan against the Taxi company.
I have made myself a pot of herbal tea trying to relieve the symptoms, I've eaten a little bit of homemade soup and I warmed a piece of whole wheat baguette in the oven with some butter that melted to it to dunk in my soup. I flossed soon after and brushed my teeth to get rid of the feeling of tar, chemicals off my teeth, what possessed me?
I feel better though, hope and faith somewhat restored, but not fully, fear still lingers and I hate so much to feel that kind of weak. I would love to say I am always fearless, but whom am I kidding?
The weather promises to get warmer again and I decided to take myself out with my camera, a thought that occurred to me as I watched someone take photos of someone’s porch while passing them by on the way to shops at lunch hour. It’s been awhile since I've done so, walking around may help empower me a bit.
As I was talking to my friend on the phone, I was throwing many peanuts over for the crows and squirrel that kept visiting and begging; a pass time I enjoy doing, come fall.
I finally recorded this song I wrote, a lullaby dedicated to my grandkids, daughter and my friend JL who I found the other day needed a distraction and some cheering; so I sang it to her over the telephone line. I told her after she said ‘beautiful’ that I would dedicate it to her along with my family.
When you’re feeling low or blue,
I can sing you a lullaby or two;
And I can tell you tales
Of some lives and their pursuits,
And I can imagine how some of those
Dreams of theirs came to be.
And while I stroke your hair,
I can tell you why, they paid no mind
As they, stood so strong and true.
So hush now baby don’t you weep,
I can help you with some answers
to the questions that you seek.
I can stay until you fall, deep into slumber.
Rub your shoulders, as I used to do
Back, in the day for you.
I can say,
Wish I may, wish I might
Love can’t promise rainbows every day,
Nor can it stop life
From, chasing our cares away.
I can say,
They’ll be day, when it feels like
You’re crawling about in baby steps.
And it’s while you wait and wait for a sign
That one of your dreams is taking shape.
I can say,
Don’t forget your base,
Oh, it will take you far when you show some heart;
A gift, that keeps on giving, on your part.
I can say,
Reach for the stars,
Yes, I know they are way up high;
Imagination can give you a start.
If you just believe.
Spread your wings, far and wide
Feel the freedom in your flight.
Say your prays every night,
Count your blessing every time.
Say good night now,
Close your eyes
Say good night now.
Sweet dreams.
Say good night now,
Shut the light.
I love you.
I use 3 bananas that have started to turn black
Chop them up in coin size and throw them in a bag
And then into the freezer to freeze for a few hours.
Once frozen into the blender they go
½ a cup of milk, the blender may ask for a little bit more.
A tsp of vanilla, a tiny pinch of salt (optional)
Press grate and then throw in
½ a cup of dark chocolate chips
A quick press on mix or pour it out and mix it in by hand
Then put into a container and freeze for a bit.
You can even throw in other frozen fruit if you’d like
De-e-licious.
Well, that’s it for now…
Until next time, stay active, stead fast and true to you Cheers XO
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Thank you for taking the time. Kind Regards LM