The time has come to bid adieu, or perhaps I should say “see you soon”. It really depends on you!
As I said before, here and perhaps other places, I feel the need to move to a different place. For no particular reason it’s not a WordPress site, and that has no real bearing. Not sure why I want to move my blog, just do.
The first time I did this I just relocated to another personal domain, one of the same name, but the Name/Title of the site never really twigged for me. After all, what is a “SkiDaddy”? Who is SkiDaddy?
To maintain some continuity I copied the posts from the new blog at SkiDaddy.ca to this site but it wasn’t working for me. After the creation of the new non-SkiDaddy site I even copied posts from there to both SkiDaddy sites. But, it wasn’t working for me either.
Not that my other/new site name is better, but it seems to fit the bill, at least for now. My new home will just contain a continuation of my blather, under a new umbrella. Same shit, different outhouse.
So my point for saying I Bid Adieu is to let you know of all this. If you wish to maintain a connection and follow my new posts please let me know in the comments and I will give you the address of the new site. Alternatively I could just post the name here but this is just more dramatic, don’t you think?
Goodbye, or cya later…..
Now there’s a figure of speech that works for me, “All over the Map”. It’s what best describes my writing style of late, so much so I’m thinking of changing my tagline to “World Traveller”.
My mind wanders. It frequently wonders too but mostly it just wanders, jumping from thought to thought without settling on any one thing. Perhaps it’s like being a kid in a candy store, so many choices that deciding on just one is onerous.
I think of blogging. I think of things in my yard or in my house, tasks, responsibilities. I think of friends, both current and past, and right now I think of my last counselor Elly. She was my favourite.
Not that Gloria was not good, or anything remotely like that, Elly was just more ‘into me’ if that makes any sense. Elly was like the friend I never had. I felt more open with her, more real. And that’s not to say I could tell her my most inner thoughts, my darkest quirks, those things best left unsaid. Those things or thoughts that should never be let out. Things like…….
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I’ve been going through withdrawal lately (always thought it was spelled “withdrawl” until spell check corrected me). I’m not talking the chemical kind of withdraw’a’l, I’m referring to the emotional and intellectual kind. The blog withdrawal kind. I need a fix.
I try to write but my words seem perfunctory. I blather on, spitting words on the screen like a wet-mouthed close-talker. See, here I go again. I feel like I’ve lost my edge. I want it back, if I ever really had it.
I began this blog to talk about my experiences with depression, hence the sub-title “Then, til Now”. While I suspect one never beats depression, nor is ‘cured’ of it, I do think we adapt and it becomes part of who we are. Anyway I digress.
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No opportunity for a vacation in the near future, perhaps a one day ‘stay’cation is in order. Seeing as it’s the Canada Day holiday here in Canuck land, and 150th no less, perhaps it would best be called a ‘St’eh’cation. This is obviously my inept attempt at some Canadian humour.
As our childcare responsibilities have been frequent it seems that the ‘me’ time or ‘our’ time has been somewhat restricted. We have had the g-kids almost every day and in fact we filled in for the closed daycare on both Thur. and Friday. On Friday we even hung out with our g-nephew Mason, he likes
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My mind is blank, or blanker, than normal. My desire to post something appears to be stronger than the actual ability to say something of note. I will push forward though, I want to be in my Holy Place.
As I sit on my backyard patio where the desire to post first struck me I can smell freshly cut hay. Across the street from our house, from our backyard, are fields. Some are planted with hay and many are full of orchards. Some are in the midst of construction, of what I’m not sure.
Occasionally I hear our chimes ring out. One set is of a low and church bell-like gong and the other a tinkle and soft sounding note. Both I like, but perhaps they’d best be represented singly, alone in their sounds of breeze. Unfortunately in the complex in which we live they are not allowed in the front yards. Don’t want to upset the neighbours I guess. Chimes are not the only thing banned from the front. Any kind of gew-gaw (always thought it was ‘geegaw’), lawn ornament, name plate, any signs of personality or individuality are frowned upon.
Not that I’m bitter, cuz I’m not. I understand rules but I know there’s always someone willing to break them or at minimum push boundaries. In this case that’s us, but we do it discretely. All our gnomes, pots, trinkets and misc. stuff are placed in such a manner as to….(read more here:)
Oh my lil’Buddy, how my heart aches, for you! You are struggling and we are struggling with you.
Our pain is for my grandson, Madden. He was recently diagnosed with ADHD and was prescribed medication for it. I know nothing about the various drug therapies but of course we all hoped this would be put him well on the way to having a somewhat ‘normal’ life, without the angst and stresses associated with the disease. He showed signs of calmness almost immediately and steadily improved to the point where he was ready for the next step, an increase in his meds. That’s where the train came off the tracks.
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I’ve moved my butt to the front lanai, yes lanai. It’s mine and I can call it what I want. If it helps me feel like I’m in Hawaii then so be it. Out here I can feel some of the sun. It’s about 3 pm but the sky is rife with filtering clouds so the sunlight is diffuse and the temperature cool, again helping me think of Hawaii (temperature, not sunlight).
I can see my neighbour washing her car. She seems to be the only one out and about at this point, but then I only have a narrow view of nearby homes. It’s very quiet otherwise with only the faint sounds of distant traffic and the odd bird chirping. (Continue reading here: http://wp.me/p8mDx0-rI)
Pay attention, to the attention. A catchy phrase if I do say so myself.
I’ve taken to journalling for/to each of my grandkids, an idea that came up from a YouTube video I inadvertently came across one night. In the video, which was oriented toward journals, the creator mentioned he has kept journals for each of his grandkids and I thought it was a great idea! Nuf said, I’ve done it.
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In my efforts to be security conscious when away from my home network I’m using a VPN as I write this. I’m in one of my favourite haunts, a local pub, and while I’m sure nothing will happen (read that I ‘hope’ I don’t get hacked) I felt it prudent to use some safety measures when going online. So far it’s done nothing but frustrate me to no end. I think I’m going to resort to taking my chances with the VPN off. Arghh.
I’m out of the hospital now, have been for almost a week. That was something I hope I never have to experience again. Colon surgery can be a cake-walk I’m sure, but not so much if you ask me. In reality the surgery itself went well, I assume anyway as I was out for all of it. It was the post-op that was not so fun.
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Once again I’ve used the SkiDaddy site to write and journal. I’m still unsure of whether I’ll commit to one or just keep on my merry way using both blogs.
Chatter and Prattle (SkiDaddy.ca site)