“Cause you’re the joke of the neighborhood…Why should you care if you’re feeling good…Take the long way home,” SUPERTRAMP. (1ST concert Mother went to in the summer of 1979, Lansdowne Park, Ottawa.)
I feel sort of sorry for some People. So does Mom and we try to help out with assistance and kind gestures. Stuff like going to the store and running errands for those who can’t because they are disabled or weak, sharing what we have to eat even when our pantry is low down too, encouraging and empathizing with the distressed and lonely. In general, she tries to be a nice Neighbor. Might not seem so, but such deeds and positive actions are heavy burdens for the Good to bear. Like so many of U People, my Mother is a sole provider and is responsible for taking care of her own needs and must be careful to avoid forming 1-way dependency relationships, cause quite frankly she has her “OWN SHIT TO DO”!
Staying on track is not as easy as wavering off in endless directions and there are so many distractions and enticing temptations abound. I should know. I’m a Dog; don’t u know? We Canines can’t resist a detour now and then, (even the well trained who walk the straight and narrow on a daily basis). As for me, I’ve always been the type to pull and tug 1 way then the other sniffing and a pissing as I walk on by. Drives Mamma nuts! Always has. And if you dare to release me from the lease I’ll take a dash in a flash; even now at a grand 98 human years (according to the 7×1 rule), and slow as old Poky. All I want is to take the long home!
Note: I started to write this story immediately after having a vivid dream in 2012, scribbling words down upon awakening on that Friday, April 13th, typing it up a few months later when someone gave me the laptop that I still use to this day. It has been edited and viewed by myself on numerous occasions over the years and is now four pages in final embellished state. As are the recollections of one’s dreams, the memories are not perfectly clear, hence the abundance of fragmented sentences within. This was back when I first moved into a Toronto Housing unit from the homeless shelter. With nothing of personal or monetary value left, aside from my dog Keeba, it wasn’t what you would call a home for me then, as it is now. It was a barren, lonely, and scary space which I quickly filled with anger, grief, and guilt. As always, the demons that had haunted my soul for decades, consuming my thoughts and controlling my movements, they rushed inside too, (joining the others already residing with-in the building). Little did I know it, suffering as I had been, this was the brink of the beginning of a long passage to wrench free from tightly grasping hands and negative energy. Slowly, one crooked grisly finger at a time.
I am lying in a comfortable double bed; obviously not mine since I sleep on a mattress on the floor in my current dwelling. Someone is curled up beside me. Our bodies do not touch, but I immediately sense a naked backside and catch a glimpse of white pudgy skin and well-worn boxer shorts. Not a lover. Perhaps a friend? I myself might be naked, not sure, but I am carpeted and warm in a white duvet and there is a soft pillow under my head. Laid still, with dawns light breezing through an open window and fluttering sheer curtains, I survey the environment. Continue reading “THE DREAM”
A five dollar bill visible in one hand the woman pokes her head partway out the window and says, “Quick question. Who is the composer?”
Never been strong on trivia, perhaps due to perceived trauma Christmas 1980, 20 years old and playing the brand new board game sensation “Trivial Pursuit” with the family, led by an intellectual and dominating father and two older smarty-pants brothers; she was bound to lose. However, today the unmistakable ominous first four notes of “Symphony No. 5” coming from inside the car jogged Streetgirl’s mind to emit an immediate unwavering response.
And the music lover passes the money with a smile, “you win”.
I took this photo late November 2012. Looking at it today, I am still stricken by the incongruity of the Nike symbol on the shoes and the Canadian flag hanging so prominent; bold statements in a harsh environment. Continue reading “We are Canadian”
Putting the horns on! (From my archive. All the photos in this website are taken by me using my six-year-old some-what reliable Samsung Tablet which I dropped a long time ago and has kept on going despite the badly cracked screen.)
Thought they were not going to, but finally my small sunflowers are opening!
By the way, of course I realize that I spelled heal incorrectly in the title of this tail. The moral of the following story is to pay attention to your instincts and slow down People!
Mom made 6 cheese biscuits and was going to post a picture of 1 on Facebook just for the heck of it, but gave 2 to a neighbor, 1 to another, then we ate the rest so that’s that! The fact that she is capable of baking is a bit of a miracle cause she had a wicked tumble 3 weeks ago exactly and fractured her elbow, the radial neck to be precise, and hasn’t been able to cook, cut, or mix much in the kitchen since. Continue reading “A Dog’s Eye View – Time does Heel!”
“This one goes out to the one I love…to the one(s) I left behind,” R.E.M.
Been having a problem with my left knee for the past couple weeks, shouldn’t be running at all as it gave out on me twice already, once while racing to catch the bus at a busy intersection and I was lucky I caught myself before falling. Wasn’t so fortunate today! Continue reading “Should have taken my time!”
Years back Streetgirl found a horse-shoe on one of her walkabouts, can’t quite remember which spot, somewhere between here and there. It laid about for awhile and then I decided to hang it by the door. Inside of course. Before doing so, I googled which way was the right way, but found there wasn’t one. Continue reading “Up or Down?”
“Oh well! I was at home sleeping in my bed,” said the TCHC Special Constable who has been assigned part-time to monitor and protect our building, tenants and property, due to a recent upsurge in gun and gang activity city-wide which has prompted media coverage, political posturing, and a demand for solutions to the problem which appears to be radiating from community housing corridors. Continue reading “TCHC: Quote of week”