I haven’t accomplished much because most of the last few days have been spent sleeping.
At one point my arms were itching so badly I scratched and scratched. It is not the first time that unbearable itching has struck. Fortunately, although I inflicted some damage and draw a little blood, i managed to catch myself before opening any major wounds.
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I have been attempting to make progress on dealing with the disposal of the Hoard and packing the materials I want to keep and move to my new lodging.
Access to much of what I want to keep requires the removal of a significant portion of the Hoard.
Continue reading Moving Maelstrom – Act 4 – Double, double toil and trouble →
Thanks to a friend who who responded to my email seeking aid I found housing on Saturday [January 22]. It was a huge weight lifted off of me and things were looking much better.
Until the panic, anxiety, paralyzing fear, tremors etcetera started attack cycles.
Continue reading Blindsided by Denied Reality – The Moving Maelstrom – Act 3 →
As if Christmas is not stressful enough I found out just before Christmas that I had a little over a month to move – the end of January as the house was sold, the new owners took possession in February and would not be renting the suite to me.
I had no idea the owner was looking to sell much less that the that the house was up for sale and was caught totally off guard.
Continue reading Panicked at Possibly Living in My Car Again. →
Friday October 8, 2021
Abbotsford City Council stoned the homeless sheltering from the rain and cold in the small green space at the corner of South Fraser Way and Clearbrook Road with rocks of a size requiring a backhoe to position the rocks.
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Abbey Road TapHouse & Restaurant wing night: Tuesday – Thursday – Sunday.
Three days is plural [nights] not singular [night]. Nights versus night undoubtedly strikes many as being overly picky, as though sloppiness and imprecision in the use of language is inconsequential.
Continue reading The Language of Drug Overdose Deaths →