My own ego…
Is the proverbial “elephant” 🐘 in MY room…ANY room ‼️No ROOM required!
I haven’t written anything for a while now and I’m bursting with random thoughts.
I’m alone a lot. An excessive amount of “solitary”
The reasons are myriad…the results are the same.
Let’s not make any assumptions…
This simple fact has changed me.
More observers would say for worse, I fear, than vice versa.
Let me clarify up front…this is NOT INTENTIONAL.
IT IS however, totally 💯 expected and utterly observed by moi.
I write mostly because I have nobody to talk to and the propensity of humans within my purview don’t seem to give a flying toss what I say. 🤔🙂↕️(That came directly from my Father, methinks…though He said it very seldom and while I was very young.)
Oddly enough, I still said it in my mind just now with a British accent and His cadence and intonation…our brains 🧠 are wondrous, miraculous biochemical logic processing systems WITH MEMORY and are “always ON”…
Enough of this nonsense, then.
My thoughts are everywhere bouncing around in the “steel trap“ part of my brain, which is microscopic but inordinately disruptive, and I have to keep leaving my thoughts to do things. Actually DO THINGS.
At best I repel the very notion.
Not that the notion of leaving my thoughts 💭 doesn’t terrify me sometimes.
Sanity is where my thoughts are.
Lord knows sanity is fleeting. As are my thoughts. 💭
Today, I seem to be excessively “out of sorts” as Mom would say.
Depression is a mood disorder which has plagued me since sentience. I have seasonal bipolar disorder which has caused me to stay away from places of human agglomeration like school and regular work. One tends to miss lots whe solitary. It has to be made up for, thus voracious reading is required to fill in blanks.
I don’t know if this means you have to read between my lines but it appears to help me to assess my words carefully. If I ever read your lines, please leave hints.
So reading is my solace. Voraciously reading everything I could from before formal schooling is how I learned about this life. Except for my incredible family and parents, who were a foundation few seem to ever get. This is a great tragedy. 🎭
My family had music 🎼 🎵 🎶
“The Pages of Tyme” were fertilized in our basement and gestated in our converted attached single garage. It became our “Bandroom”
It had the big garage door for excellent ventilation in summer and was insulated and heated for practice comfort year around.
It was across the alley from the elementary school where we all attended…
“SIR JAMES LOUGHEED ELEMENTARY SCHOOL”
Because of this noise was not a problem for most of the neighborhood for a few residential blocks in radius.
Cindy, you failed to respond to me, I need you to hear this not as a debate. Not as politics. As family.
I was born in Calgary. My family moved to Saskatchewan when I was young. I was raised in the true birthplace of universal healthcare in North America—the Swift Current Healthcare District. That place taught me that we take care of each other. That healthcare is a right, not a privilege. That neighbour means something.
Over the years, most of my family moved back to Alberta. My brother. My nieces. My cousins. I also have cousins in BC. We are a prairie family, scattered but connected.
But here is where I stay: Saskatchewan. And here is why a border terrifies me.
I have already had five heart attacks. Five. My parents are still here in Saskatchewan and they have Healthcare issues too. My son, daughter and my grandchildren all live in Saskatchewan except one grandson lives in Alberta. I have survived things I should not have survived. I am here because I was transported from Saskatchewan to Medicine Hat then airlifted to Calgary Foothills Hospital. No passport. No visa. No border. Just hours on the highway, and a flight.
A border would end that and risk lives both ways. Not slowly. Overnight.
You want separation because you think Canada left Alberta first. I understand the fury. Truly. But the people leaving are not the government, Cindy. They are you. And the people you leave behind are not Ottawa politicians. They are your brother. Your nieces. Your cousins. And me—an uncle who has already flatlined more times than I can count.
You say once Alberta is free, your family will be free too.
I am your family. And I am telling you: a border does not bring freedom. It brings a locked door between me and the people I love when my chest seizes up at 2 a.m.
I will fight beside you against any government that stomps on your neck. Saskatchewan always has Alberta's back. But I cannot fight beside you if you build a wall between us.
Please stay. Fight with me. Don't make me miss my own funeral because you couldn't cross the line.
Will you?
Professor Roger Dawkins, one of my old bosses, was sceptical when I told him Fluoride is a trigger for Bipolar Disorder. But he went away and checked the index of the journal in which I thought I had seen it reported, came in and declared "Pain - you were right!".