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Mikiesboy

Down Time

Many of you suffer from depression, like i do. 

 

it's  a daily fight, a life filled with cycles of sadness, blackness, like carrying sandbags when it is at it's worst. usually i shut down, don't talk, don't work, the real me is flattened under the living darkness. Michael, my husband, said, as does my shrink, to try writing about it, speaking out, though writing is the last thing i really want to do. 

 

sleep. sleep is what i want to do, only that. But i can't, there is work, right? and Michael and home. shit still needs doing no matter how you feel, right? that's what drugs are for!! a nice anti depressant for breakfast!

 

i take it, the pill.  along with my regular meds.  i resent them you know.. i really do. the small handful of pills i am given daily. 

 

Michael doles them out like a nurse on the psych ward. 

 

That sounds mean. i mean He does it for me, cuz he loves me, he cares and he knows ignoring the pills is how i cope with the medical issues i have. 

 

i take them. but i still hate them.  maybe that's a good thing.  the hate.  means i'm still alive and fighting, right?

 

somewhere in this long, dark, tunnel i am still fighting

 

Mikiesboy

Christmas, This Year

Hi all. It's been awhile since i wrote a blog. 

 

I wrote a blog about Christmas last year on Dec. 26th, i was supposed to plan and do and not be stressed this year.  How am i doing?  Abysmally i think covers it, though i don't feel stressed particularly.

 

This year the tree is up, so are some other bits and pieces scattered around and even a poinsettia, a traditional red one. However, there are zero presents bought. There is no baking because Michael found out during the summer He is diabetic. He's been doing so well with managing it, He doesn't want a houseful of goodies. I'll make the annual batches of fudge because most of it we give away.  I can make Him a diabetic friendly cheesecake, egg nog and the English Trifle he loves so well. That'll make Him happy. 

 

Presents i think will be done tomorrow. For adults some little thing, gift cards and fudge. This year i just want to have a good time. Also i'm working Christmas Eve day so stuff needs to be done by Saturday the 23rd!

 

I want to be with people i love on the Day, that's all i want. 

 

It's my wish that each of you have a wonderful Holiday Season and a Happy New Year.  Thanks to all of you who read my work, who supported me. I love you all. 

 

tim 

                                                                            Clipart of christmas holly berries and leaves and christmas holly 2

 

 

Mikiesboy

Compassion

This contains some descriptions of animal abuse. If you're sensitive you may not want to read on. 

 

 

I’m reading a book called, Saving Simon by Jon Katz. Simon is a donkey and Jon Katz is a writer. He writes often about dogs.

This is the first thing of his I’ve read. It is sad and horrible, yet uplifting and wondrous.

 

Simon was abandoned on the farm where he lived.  Left in what they thing was a hog pen, with no water or food except for what the small boy who lived there could sneak to him.  Rescuers found Simon nearly dead, covered with maggots, horrible sores and hooves he could not walk on. They figured he’d had to walk on his ankles they were in such horrible shape. His teeth were rotting and he was in pain. They found lying down where they believe he had been for some time.  As they treated him, they discovered that donkeys can scream.

 

They rescued the poor thing, and took him Mr. Katz’ small farm. Katz and his wife Maria had had three other donkeys by that time and took Simon in. They nursed him back to health, well as healthy as he could be.

 

While all that is lovely, the full title of this book is Saving Simon - How a Rescue Donkey Taught Me the Meaning of Compassion.

 

What is compassion? What does it mean to you?

 

1.    Merriam-Webster says Compassion is: sympathetic consciousness of others' distress together with a desire to alleviate it

                                                                                                                                                              

As I read this book and what Mr. Katz talks about I have to agree that with regard to animal abuse and neglect, the majority of us think it’s wrong. In fact we think it’s so wrong that we often say the perpetrators should be strung up, jailed, beaten or sometimes killed. 

 

Where is the compassion there?

 

Why is it we can care so much for animals, yet have difficulty showing that compassion for the poor, the wronged, or even the farmer that left Simon alone, starving and sick?

 

I know from my own personal experience there is little compassion to our fellow man. When I was on the street, I was yelled at, spit on, beaten, robbed, and unseen. No one saw a fifteen year old boy who needed help. I often wondered what they thought exactly. Did they think I wanted to be there?

 

Mr. Katz, wanted to understand from the farmer, what had happened that would allow him to leave Simon in such a state. He went to talk with the man. However, the farmer was empty inside. He’d been through a lot; he couldn’t feed Simon any longer. He was losing his farm, couldn’t feed his family, things had gotten out of hand and it was easier to forget Simon.  Katz asked why the farmer hadn’t just shot the donkey. The farmer replied he just couldn’t bring himself to go back there. He thought Simon was dead.  

 

Why is it, knowing how Simon was left to suffer, and what the farmer was suffering, that we have no compassion for him?

 

All life on earth is connected. The only way to be truly compassionate is to free yourself from judging others. Only in doing that can we learn what compassion really is. However to do this, is a huge task and we are programmed to worry about our immediate world, for good reason.  I judge, I read all of what was wrong with Simon and I hated the farmer.

 

But as I let myself feel for him, I hated him less and less. If someone had shown him compassion, perhaps Simon may have suffered less.

 

It’s a lot to think over but I’ll leave you with this:

 

“Compassion is not religious business, it is human business, it is not luxury, it is essential for our own peace and mental stability, it is essential for human survival.  – Dalai Lama XIV

 

 

Mikiesboy

Food Bytes

Food

 

We all need it. We all buy it or grow it. This blog is a few of my pet peeves.

 

Michael my poor dessert-deprived husband needed some pie. So, rather than ask me to bake him one, he bought one. It cost him $2.50.  It came in a box. The list of ingredients did include pumpkin, but it also included 20 other ingredients, several i can't spell or pronounce.

 

This pie tasted disgusting and very chemically. One bite was enough for me. Mike on the other hand ate his piece and eventually the remaining pie. He paid for that, details not required, but it sure wasn’t worth the money he would have wasted if he didn’t eat it.

 

I have trouble understanding the resources we waste on ‘food’ like this horrible processed pie and other things that are full of chemicals and additives.

 

Do we do it because they are cheap to purchase? As a poor person I didn’t waste the little money I had on crap like that pie. Not that I ate well, because I really couldn’t afford to. The best meals I got then were from the missions.  But had I had some place to cook, I’m sure I could have eaten better than I did.

 

Another big problem with our food is looks. How food looks has cost us flavour and nutrition. 

 

Think: Big tasteless strawberries. Sure they are pretty, but have no flavour. So why bother eating them???

 

I asked the produce manager why we only get these and not local strawberries (in season, of course). He said we have to buy the USA’s strawberries in order to get their lettuce in the winter. Huh!

 

Imperfect fruit and veg, is a thing now.

 

You can buy it in many stores for a cheaper price than the perfect option. It’s silly not to sell it or buy it.  That curved potato tastes no different than does the smooth round option.  Often those go to animal food, or to rot.  What a waste.

 

Last fall Mike and I were in a No-Frills grocery. They had farm fresh cauliflower. They were beautiful, huge examples but they would have been rejected by most stores because of their size and colour.  They were on the yellowish side, not pure white. But it was delicious, tasted no different that the white version. They also came with a lot of green. There was a staff member there to cut away the leaves, but I said no thank you. The green helps to keep the head fresh.

 

Just like tomatoes on the vine. I shake my head when people pluck them off their vines because they don’t want to pay for whatever that vine may cost when weighed. Leave them on, pay the extra 1cent.  The fruit will continue to ripen. Mine last for a week or two on their vines while sitting on the counter.

 

I don’t have the answers for everything.

 

But we can teach about food. How to buy it, store it and cook it.  Sadly few schools do that anymore.  Maybe it’s time to bring that back.

But you don’t have to be a kid to learn. And there is nothing as satisfying as baking your own bread, or serving your family a healthy and tasty meal. It’s not hard, you just have to make an investment of time and some effort.

 

Now… I have a dark sweet cherry coffee cake baking… smells done to me.

 

Eat well!

Mikiesboy

Love

It’s nearly a year since the first animal I ever shared my life and heart with passed. Michael took him to the vet and our sweet dog was released from his pain. I feel some guilt for not having gone, but I couldn’t … not that day.

 

Ripley was Mike’s dog. His mom gave him Ripley when Michael lived on his own. It was hard for Mike because he was a young constable then, single, and looking after a puppy in addition to a busy life was hard. Luckily he had a good friend that helped.

 

I guess Ripley was about 5 when I met him.  I’d never had a pet. When I was a kid my father didn’t believe in keeping animals. They were a waste of money and time according to him. My brother Joe and I often asked but eventually we just stopped.

 

Ripley was a poodle mostly, not a purebred but you’d never have known. I remember Mike telling me he had a miniature poodle. That surprised me because he is such a big man and Ripley was such a small dog at 17lbs.  But in his heart, that dog was a giant.

 

Once I started spending a lot time at Mike’s, Ripley sort of adopted me. He’d sit with me, follow me, and he’d sit and watch me. He showed me what living was, he greeted each day with a sense of joy and he loved everyone.  Ripley just accepted me as part of his pack.

 

I’d see dogs when I was on the streets but they weren’t pets. People mostly abused them, poor things.

 

Maybe it’s weird that I miss Ripley like I do, that I love him like I do. But he was a big part of my life for nearly seven years. He knew I was a mess when I came into Mike’s life; we kinda fell in love with each other. I could tell him things I’d never uttered aloud before and he didn’t hate me for it, or judge me.

 

We’ve been talking about adopting a dog. I think Ripley would like that. Mike’s been to see a couple at the Humane Society, but he doesn’t take me. He said, “It’s because I know you’ll look at them with your heart and some of these dogs need more help than we can give them and it wouldn’t be good for them or us.”

 He’s right. I would bring them all home.

 

The house is quiet and it’s times like this when I’m alone that I look for Ripley. He was my friend, and a comfort, and he made me smile.

And I miss him.

 

 

I wrote a lot about this difficult time during the NoPoWriMo 2016. This poem was one of them. It makes me cry, but I smile too.

 

A Prayer for Ripley

 

Lord listen to my weeping heart
The time had come for us to part
Keep him safe in heaven above
Lots of bones and plenty of love

 

Pure and simple is the love of a dog
Ours deserves a special epilogue
He taught me love, acceptance and joy
Ripley was our very best boy.

 

I miss his spirit, his was great
In his world, there was no hate
He lived now and loved his people
Ripley will be a terrific angel.

 

Please ignore his naughty moments
And don’t forget the fire hydrants
Give him lots of jobs and things
So he can earn his angel wings.

 

So my lovely darling pup
Our time here isn’t yet up
Your spirit now is beyond our ken
But I know that we’ll meet again.

 

R.I.P.  July 2005 – April 16, 2016

 

Mikiesboy

Some of you may know of my recent passion. Well Michael, writing, poetry- those are given, but this is about food and my latest and possibly most favourite gadget. Not sure if that is a fair name for this machine because it's amazed me from day one. Frankly it's a pressure cooker, a good one, and very safe one, invented or maybe reinvented by a Canadian. I like that, so i put it in here.  I am talking about the Instant Pot. 

 

No I'm not a food blogger (okay, i am today) and I bought and paid for my Instant Pot with my own credit card. But I love the darned thing. It has helped me in the kitchen more than most other things i've tried. Rice is a miracle in there. Seriously. Unbelievable. Pasta al dente in 3 to 4 minutes. Lemon chicken thighs with potatoes in 15 minutes. I'd swoon if it wasn't so unmanly. :)

 

Right now i am cooking beans, simple red kidney beans. I love them and I know dry beans are less expensive and healthier than canned. I have prepped them the usual way on other occasions. That means, soaking and then cooking on the stove, but I've never gotten them to be how i like them. My preference is buttery soft beans. Crunchy and under done is not my cup of tea.

 

Other bean issues are the bloating and gas they can cause. But they are so good for you. You can de-gas them. Why not do that when they are cheap, healthy, fill your belly, help with cholesterol and are full of good things? 

 

Why am i writing this? Well, i wanted to make chili. The recipe i found said you can just throw the beans in dry. When I related this information to a fellow food loving friend, he said, "Hmmm. Well let me know how that works for you." I could tell he was chuckling. 

 

Beans don't really affect me in that way, but my sleeping partner, well that's another story. I said to my friend, "Well, if I'm sleeping on the sofa, you'll know why."  He replied, "Yes. Yes I will." He has his own husband, and they enjoy beans, too.

 

This chat led me to do some research.  There are lots of opinions out there, such as, yes, it's fine to put them in dry. Others said, soak and then pressure cook first. Other said, when you cook beans from dry don't cook them in acidic things - um, tomatoes are kinda acidic (sarcasm isn't attractive, i know).

 

I thought, I have to rethink this. I don't want Mike taking chili for lunch and killing the rest of the squad an hour later. So I soaked the beans overnight. This morning, I put them in my Instant Pot with a clove of garlic and some bay leaves, covered them with water and cooked them for the recommended time, on high pressure, for 25 minutes. 

 

They are done now and I am letting the Pot cool and release pressure naturally. There is a quick release option which vents the steam. It looks like something out of a video game!! But the slower method is still part of the cooking process and in this case slower is good. I'm going to pause writing here. And wait until the beans have cooled, so i can tell you what they are like!!  Can't wait. See you soon!!

 

Back .. well the beans are buttery soft and delicious.  I think I may reduce the cooking time by 5 minutes next time but I am very happy.

Time to go and put the chili together and then let The Pot do its thing.  

 

I never really thought about pressure cooking but it is terrific. Now, the Instant Pot isn't a one trick pony. It has multiple settings including Soup, Meat/Stew, Rice, Beans/Chili, Yogurt (on my list to try), Mulitgrain, Porridge, Poultry and it is a Slow Cooker and Steamer, too.  So, some bang for your buck. We bought one for our nephew when he moved and he tried it here before he moved .. he likes it but I fell in love. 

Thanks for reading and happy Potting!!  

 

AFTER CHILI UPDATE:  Okay, i like this. I've eaten two bowls .. well one must try it right?  This is not the chili from the chili mix package. It is not super thick and gloopy.  It is fresh tasting, mildly spicy and not full of that chili mix/spice flavour i'm not so fond of.  But it is moreish and I really have to NOT go back to the kitchen to get more of it. However some will be coming with me tomorrow when I start work. 

Mikiesboy

Some of you know I have health issues. I haven't spelt them out because frankly it's boring to hear about people's complaints, especially from people who aren't in your immediate family or circle of friends.

 

But my doctors have given me a time frame of my life expectancy. I guess I was surprised, but I wasn't either. I've faced death on a few occasions but wow, a time frame is kind of unnerving. It's scary. Michael is .. I don't know what he is .. sad, afraid.. mourning me already? He vows I'll live longer.

 

I have sort of vowed the same .. but who knows if the doctors are right. I'll go on living until I die, until I'm stopped in my tracks.

 

When they said those words, it made me think of skinnydragon's diagnosis and what doctors told him. I just have to wait a lot longer. I have the benefit of those last years, that he didn't but he so deserved.

 

I've made all my postings here 'complete'. I don't know how much more I'll post here. I don't know. I have much to consider.

Mikiesboy

A little while ago, Cole Matthews offered the following on a status update: This weekend will be slated for reading anthology stories. For the New Year, support your fellow writers.

 

That really struck a chord with me - For the New Year, support your fellow writers.

 

What a great resolution. So how many of us do it?

 

I'm busy, full-time job, full-time husband, part-time writer. I've beta-read for people and invest a lot of time in that - as do many others here. That's part of my responsibility, as i see it, as part of this writing community. I know that not everyone is comfortable as a beta-reader and editor. I get that.

 

I'm not trying to sound holier-than-thou. I know people have lives. People have different levels of involvement. But I also know authors are here to be read. But the only reward we get here, are peoples likes and reviews - so shouldn't we do that for each other?

 

Maybe i have a skewed vision, I don't know, but and this is my opinion, i think we, as authors, have a responsibilty to each other. To read each other and in that way support each other. Often our readers don't leave comments, because many of them aren't members. Should they join? Yes, but that's for another blog. And we have some great readers on GA, who are active wonderful members.

 

I can't read everyone and there is content that just doesn't interest me and it's the same for others. I get that. We all have our favourite authors and types of story. But I make time to read. I think I can do a bit better.

 

But if you do read something, say so. Likes are great and now unlimited so use them! If you have an opinion about what you read, write a review. Think of likes more as an acknowlegement, rather than, I like that. It can be both.

 

Or just say thanks or that's not my cup of tea. I don't like to get negative feedback, but a least that person cared enough to leave some. And though it's not the greatest feeling, it helps you learn, makes you stronger, strengthens your resolve to get better.

 

That is support. Reading, writing, enjoying!

 

And isn't that what we're here for?

Mikiesboy

Every year.

I do the same thing every year but I think this one was the worst. Zero Christmas spirit, the tree never really finished, not a card sent and the ones we received never opened, because of this lack of spirit and preparedness, Christmas Eve Day I spent in the kitchen ... baking, cutting, wrapping, until Michael said, 'Enough!' That was at about 10pm or later, I think.

Christmas morning was more of the same. I had boxes to pack, meringues to paint, and we were both stressed before we left to go over Mike's parents for the afternoon and evening. We were snippy with each other and Mike was ready just to stay home.

However we didn't.

We ended up having a lovely time, lots of laughs, great food and drinks. We came home, then after a cup of tea and some talking, we went to bed. Oh Happy New Year!! :)

Boxing Day found us, making cranberry sauce, stuffing, and roasting a nice turkey. Things are so calm today, we headed back to bed this afternoon for an hour or so and then we napped. I got up and basted the turkey, Mike's done the sprouts and me the potatoes. I'm hungry even though we had waffles (again) for brunch.

My heart's desire is to feel how I feel right now, before Christmas Eve next year! I think I need a plan. NO! I know I need one. I need a gift list; I need to plan when to make things I do each year ... fudge, cookies. I will go and buy gift wrap, bags etc. THIS week when it's all on sale. I will put up the tree on a day I note on the nice journal Mike gave me!

I want that peaceful, mostly ready for Christmas, Christmas next year. I do not want the anger and stress I felt this year. I want to look forward to the season.

Okay, that's my idea ... Now i need a calendar and a plan!!!

I feel better already!

Mikiesboy

Life In Lowercase

Some people have asked me why I refer to myself as tim - not Tim. Some have been mightly upset that i do (i have trouble writing I rather than i as well).

 

Many people accept my choice of lowercase, others not so much. Some refuse to write my name that way, saying i shouldn't do it. Well, i figure it's up to me.

 

There are reasons i do it, most them have to do with how i see myself, how i see the world and how i fit into it. It also has a lot to do with my lifestyle. I live with a very alpha male, a very dominant top, which is more than fine with me, as i am his opposite. Marriage and Michael are two of the best things to happen to me. I'm genuinely very happy most of the time. Nothing and no one is perfect and i know that.

 

But i am happy. And i am tim.

Mikiesboy

Sooooo, went for my pre-op appointment on Thursday. Nurse is concened about my blood pressure. "You need to see your GP, Mr. Landon." Really?

 

"This likely won't stop your surgery but you need to go." Okay.

 

So I go home and make an appointment for Friday morning.

 

Friday. Yes, it's still high, but not as bad as I was at the hospital. "I'd like to get you started on meds, Tim, but you were a walk-in patient and we don't have any history. I need to do some tests before I can do anything more." Sure, doc, I understand that.

 

(We did have a GP, but she left town and her patients behind. There were no doctors taking patients around here. I did go to a walk-in clinic but they were beyond uninterested. I went once with an issue I'd need surgery for and the doc said, "What do you want me to do?

 

I swear to God, that's what he said. Michael was ready to blow a gasket.

 

I said, "I don't know, maybe some tests? Or a referral?"

 

I had no faith in that horrible man. I'm sure he hated gay people.)

 

So back to Friday, I had some blood work done. Went home and called the surgeon's office. They called back saying it should be okay, but you need to be on meds asap. I left a message with my GP, nothing back from them as of yet.

 

So.. your guess is as good as mine if I will have surgery on Tuesday. I hope I'll hear something back from my GP before that.

 

In the meantime, I'm watching my salt intake, walking, eating the low fat DASH Diet, and waiting.

Mikiesboy

Being Fixed

Not that kinda 'fixed'!

 

The last couple of months have been trying, personally, but things seem to be coming together. Let me tell you self-diagnosis can be a wonderful thing, if you're honest and like to research things.

 

So after three horribly painful attacks that involved my upper chest front and back, plenty of nausea and some vomiting, Google and I figured I had an issue with my gallbladder.

 

I put myself on a very low fat diet immediately. No more horrific painful 4 hour bouts in the middle of the night, and no more heartburn which I've had for years. A most excellent side effect!

 

After the third bout, I went to the doctor and ultrasound confirmed it is my gallbladder. Turns out it was a bit worse than first thought as one stone in there seemed bent on taking a tour toward my bile duct. The doc explained that as soooo not a good thing.

 

My doctor sent an urgent request to a local general surgeon, who gave me an appointment 1.5 months away (yes, that is our excellent health care coveted by so many). My doc said, in the meantime, if you develop a fever, turn yellow, vomit and feel very ill, go to the hospital.

 

I saw the surgeon Nov. 2. After an appointment was made for surgery, for Nov. 15. We rushed around to get blood work and an ECG done.

 

Then, I got a call that afternoon saying, 'oops the hospital bumped you, we'll try for January 5th'. Damn.

 

The surgeon had just finished telling me, the sooner the better because, things will be getting worse. And they could get much worse, the pancreas could be affected and well death was involved in there somewhere too. I know death is inevitable but, I'd like to avoid it a bit longer if I can.

 

They called me on Nov. 3 at 8:00pm to say the hospital has sorted things and I can have Nov 15 back. Be at the hospital by 7am for 9am surgery. Yay .. but I wont be surprised if they call me to change it. The receptionist put in a long day, not just for me, but I'm taking her flowers when I go back for my after surgery check.

 

Currently I have constant pain and nausea. The lovely women I work with tell me, as I run by them to barf in the mornings, on the days when I've made it to work, that's what morning sickness is like. I said to them, 'And you volunteer for that?' They are made of tough stuff.

 

As I write this I wonder if that slice of bread and strawberry jam I just ate, will remain where I put it ... I also decided to do more research. On the After surgery diet.

 

Clear liquids, broth and gelatin, then start to add back real food and fibre slowly. But the low-fat diet is likely here to stay. I've managed okay with it, and Michael has lost weight and looks amazing.

 

He said, make what you can eat and I'll eat it. You're not doing this alone. My wonderful man.

 

I have found that potatoes mashed with skim milk only, taste just fine, that 3 oz of eye of round is the right amount for me. I can live without pizza, cheese, cream, and skinless/boneless chicken thighs cooked with onion, garlic, a bit of soy sauce and touch of olive oil are delicious. Stir fries can be done with water only or a tiny bit of oil. I can eat a vegetarian sub from Subway (no cheese) on whole wheat, with a touch of lite mayo without fear of a painful attack.

 

I've read and found, that a mostly fruit and veg diet is the way to go. I eat very little meat but add lots of legumes and pulses. Eggs are a major no-no, but the whites are fine. Angel food cake I can have! Low fat replacements for fat, such as prune puree and applesauce work well.

 

You just have to admit that those low-fat brownies will not be the same, but they are a terrific option.

 

And for the foreseeable and maybe the unforeseeable future, that's what needs to happen to keep yourself healthy.

 

Everyday, I am grateful for Google and all those wonderful people who share their recipes and ideas online. It has made dealing with this health issue so much easier, than the doctor's diet sheet.

 

Thanks for reading and remember to take care of yourselves and don't ignore that pain.

 

tim

Mikiesboy

I Think I'm Human

Okay. People who know me, will usually say I'm a pretty nice guy.

 

At work, where I am in a customer service team-lead role, I'm a pretty nice guy. I put my customer's first, I listen well. I try to make things right for them while following the boundries set out by my employer.

 

I also cover our Click-to-Chat service. I'm sure people think their anonymity gives them right to talk to us like sub-humans, but mostly I ignore that. Usually. Most of the time.

 

However today, when a woman said to me, where can she call so she can talk to a human, well that kinda pissed me off.

 

Why am I talking about this? Well, just to say that if you're one of those people who thinks it's okay to treat people in a service role like crap, I'm telling you, it's not. They are people, often dedicated with a desire to help you. I am one of those. I love to help our customers. Love to send them off with a smile or some hope. If I can't help I try to guide them the best way I can to someone who is able to.

 

And yes, I know people have bad days, but you know what, those people usually realize halfway through what shits they're being and say so. And I tell them, no worries, let's try and sort out your problem.

 

So please next time you're pissed off, say so and then let us help you. Don't take it out on the rep.

 

Treating my customers as human is not my job. It's part of who I am.

 

Try and remember that the service person has feelings too.

Mikiesboy

Something happened the other day, the details of which I prefer not to share.

 

Something that threw me out of whack far enough that I decided that GA was not the place for my poetry. I was sure I was making the right choice about that.

 

However, I've had to rethink it. I've had lots of PMs, lots of comments and one PM from a reader who said she never has contacted an Author before, but she did me and she told me what she thought of my choice. That was very humbling. All the replies and comments were humbling to be honest. Most of them were full of love and dismay.

 

And I feel awful.

 

I let one person put me in this place mentally, and I feel like I've hurt or let down so many people that I care about.

 

Do I apologize? I feel like I should.

 

So to all of you, who commented, liked Adieu, PM'd or e-mailed me. I'm sorry if I let you down, or upset you, or whatever it is. I truly am.

 

I love GA. Have no intentions of leaving. I'll still write and blog and maybe some poetry will find it's way here again. I'm pretty certain it will.

 

And I'll try to be stronger in the face of hate, in the future.

 

tim

Mikiesboy

What We Leave Behind

Do you ever stop to think about what you’re leaving behind?

 

I mean beyond money, jewels, your house, and yacht. What are you leaving that marked your place in the world that people can see and talk about?

 

My mum died when I was fifteen. Then I’d mostly written in school, mainly because I had to, but when she was gone, I searched the house with some feeling of desperation hoping to find a note, or letter or story. But I found very little beyond some cards with her signature.

 

I know a lot of writers on GA, don’t share their work with family or friends. I don’t much, it’s just not what people want to read I suppose. My husband has seen some of my poetry. So will my family see my writing here, probably not, except maybe my Gay nephew.

 

We don’t have any children and have no plans for them. There are reasons for that I won’t go into here. But I do have a brother with kids and Michael’s brother has them too, so we do have nieces and nephews. And while they aren’t ours, they stay with us and we see them fairly often and they ask questions. I find myself wanting them to know who I am, I mean beyond their Uncle tim who is easy to ‘drown’ in the pool!

 

I have for a number of years written a journal about my life, my life on the street, my escape from that life, the people that helped me—a history of me I guess.

 

And I think that it’s important to do that, so people will know you. I put in doodles and pictures and magazine articles, recipes of things I, and they love. Really then it’s more of a scrapbook, a memory book.

 

I encourage people to do that because I remember the feeling I had when my mum was gone, when I wanted her. Not rings, or gold or money—but what made her, her. And that was her words and thoughts.
And in this digital world, it’s easy to type things up, but as you do, think about saving it, but also making something physical, something they can hold onto.

 

Then you’ll always be within arm’s reach.

Mikiesboy

Small Rant

Well I never thought I'd be here, with a blog, but I found out today that I'm very tired. So I figured a small rant was in order.

 

Our young Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, said recently that poverty is sexist. There is a large movement to lift women and children out of poverty. Which, while good, still divides us as a race. In that I mean the human race, all people on this earth belong to a single race, the human one.

 

I’ve been poor. I’ve been very poor. I’ve spent days hungry. I know what poor means. I’ve seen poor men and poor women, I've survived living in a shelter with them. I've been desperate and done some evil things to get money and some very debased things as well, when I had to. Life on the street nearly killed me. But I got very very lucky.

 

And as one who's been there and got out, I’m tired. Tired of the constant divisions, the constant shutting out of people based on gender or colour or who they love. Because I don't see people like that, to me they aren't black, white, asian or whatever, they are what they are - people.

 

So let's say we get women out of poverty, that still leaves another group in it. So when women are free of it, what should we do next? Get all men out? Or should we just get straight ones out, or further just straight black ones? How far should we go?

 

Yes, dividing things like that is stupid. Breast cancer affects women more, but if affects men as well. Wage inequality affects women more, but men are affected as well. Yes, black lives matter, but everyone's does.

 

We need to stop this.

 

The effort to fix all of these things for women is great. But instead of focusing only on one sex, why not just fix it all for all of us? It is time to become one family and one race. It's time to unite and finally work together.

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