“The Bin”

I have been waiting for a garbage bin to do my fall yard clean up for about a month now.  That right there speaks large.  Im 50, sober almost five years,Creator willing, there will be one more days, and the thing that gets me all excited is….A Garbage Bin!!!!  I am a happy happy happy homeowner.  I am a very blessed homeowner.  Yesterday, when the bin arrived, I commenced my chores asap.  I all ready had my pile of stuff beside our garage in anticipation of this day.  Imagine my surprise when i discovered the old mattress i put back there, tossed about, and the old fence we tore down, well it was laying on the ground and underneath it was….A Bike!!!!! Nice shiny blue 18 speed CCM mountain bike. I have been asking for a bike…wowowowow….can you imagine my amazement at getting two wonderful gifts all in one day.  i was simply overjoyed.  I thanked Creator, and continued through my day.

Arising this Am, I was anxious to get out to the bin and show my work off to the wife.  Imagine our surprise when we discovered a note on our garage door.  It was from the “owner” of the bike.  l, then we found note number two pinned to the second garage door.  Now we were curious and rather amused. I mean, I found the bike hidden on our property.  What was i suppose to do?  Leave bike there in hopes owner would come get?  I was yard cleaning.  You hid your bike in my garbage.  Your lucky i didn’t put it in the bin.  Your trespassing.Well, then we walk to the back of our yard where the garage and the bin are located and tada….note number three appears posted on the bin, beside the bin is a box with another note on it as well.  That is four notes dude.  For a bike you hid on our property and all your notes say you are coming back with the law for your bike.  Its your only possession.  

Well no worries, one note was written on the back of a receipt for a government check with your name and address on it.  You also left me your number on your threatening notes as well.  So, I did what the wife suggested, because now you are trespassing, and you are peering into the windows of our garage looking for said bike which is in there , and then you threaten to come get bike.

I am now in process of waiting for the federales to come chat with me.  Last time I spoke with them, amid snickers, the lady on the phone said if you come round to call 911.  I will.   That will just put the icing on the cake and make the whole thing even more ridiculous.

All in a day in the life at 301 second in midland ontario canada.  Have a good one.

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“Fail?”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Must Not Fail.”

Fail is a pretty big word to take on…..I mean seriously… i don’t think we truly fail, i think we may miss the lesson and have a harder time to get to the answer by doing so,but i do not think we honestly fail.

I have walked a journey of wonder, misfortune, good fortune, tough times and trials…and finally the road is starting to even out…so the thing i guess i fear most is to lose the momentumt to keep walking my walk..and im powered by Creator..so i guess if was to use the word fail…if i ever failed in my spiritual program and lost my connection to Creator…that would be a big minus in my life.

Simply put,Creator gives me all i have so if i don’t have that i have nothing.  As long as i remember that one thing and then to give that love back to those around me, and not just those i know and love, then that is a sure win in my view.

Water

Grandmother is walking round the lakes again…saying prayers for our dear life force…I sit in quiet reflection of all that is around me…my wee space of green in my wee town…thy are plowing up the fields and building houses…they are plowing down the trees and building roads…and new mini-malls…medic centres…and change is a coming home.

I think maybe we have forgotten, or merely just slipped our minds, that we cant eat roads, houses, minimalls or the like.  I think Midland needs some serious re-planning in that there office building they live in.

Moving the LCBO didn’t solve your downtown problem…it may even have hindered it a bit coz now poor Bourgois has to contend with the fine morning clientele and hey!  Isn’t there a college down there too…gee how does that make sense…lets park a brand spanking shiny new LCBO right in front of Georgian College, and then lets wonder why the students are missing lots of classes.

Oh Midland, how i love you, but what with our mayor and his fine resemblance to the Mayor of Whoville, I dont think we stand much of a chance.  We need less yes men and more leaders.

Elections are a coming.  I’m gonna make a stand.  I’m gonna pull for a party.  Maybe somehow it’ll trickle down to help my town, but all i know is we have been run by PC here long enough, and the town is dieing and being ripped apart a wee bit more every day.  I’m gonna go NDP.  Oh yeah I all ways do….oops just wanted to pull some of ya along.

Have a blessed day.  Watch out for wonder.

“Fly On”

“life is life…and sometimes its not so short…my uncle armand passed away today…80 something…i know the man had a good life…the man all ways laughed and joked and you knew he loved ya…all most as much as he loved the Montreal Canadians…had five kids…my cousins are sweet, kind, smart, loving…good morals…the whole bit…my uncle and my aunt..did done good…and many grand-kids that i am sure were blessed with his kind ways…i am just lucky to have known this fine Arcadian man…im just sad that over the years i haven’t seen a lot of him, but in my heart he lives…and he will go on to a better place…probably sitting in his beloved east coast…laughing…i am gonnna miss ya uncle armand..say hi to pete for me”

via “Fly On”.

“Fly On”

“life is life…and sometimes its not so short…my uncle armand passed away today…80 something…i know the man had a good life…the man all ways laughed and joked and you knew he loved ya…all most as much as he loved the Montreal Canadians…had five kids…my cousins are sweet, kind, smart, loving…good morals…the whole bit…my uncle and my aunt..did done good…and many grand-kids that i am sure were blessed with his kind ways…i am just lucky to have known this fine Arcadian man…im just sad that over the years i haven’t seen a lot of him, but in my heart he lives…and he will go on to a better place…probably sitting in his beloved east coast…laughing…i am gonnna miss ya uncle armand..say hi to pete for me”

“truth and reconcilitation”

I have been watching the events in Ottawa over the past week.  The depth of emotional pain brought on  this fabulous place called Canada to my Metis Nation, to my fellow friends and relations of the First Nations, and to the Innuit…to all who suffered and who somehow I feel flowing through my veins…it is all blood memory….and i don’t know where to put the tears anymore…so im gonna pack ’em up…and put ’em away..and start to walk in a better way with my head held up because in the end…we are here.  Proud…and willing to heal. Rebuild and restart and so much hope lies in forgiveness…there’s a lot to learn if you really watch the ones who are telling their stories…watch the courage…see the brave…and learn from that…that is what we will  need to rebuild the nation…yes…there’s pain…yes we lost many…and yes finally they are willing to tell the truth and admit the wrongs…no longer will be labeled crazy and told that those are merely stories…the schools existed…the damage done carries on in our young…wound the young…wound a nation for generations to come…simple lesson…hope we have learnt it.  Today, I stand in the East, the place for new beginnings.  Hold my head up to Creator and ask for all of us to stay in the Light.  Its never too late to start again.