It’s not you think you thought you did. It’s you did.

Everybody is allowed to think, every human has a though, people think all the time, this cannot be denied.

It’s the act upon the thought of the thinking. Thinking the thought, tells us you think! Because you were thinking you knew what you were doing which cannot be denied.

The archer appeared to him standing to face. The brightness alone frightened him, he looked to his right, then washed his eyes over the crowd, he looked to his left, then another step back, the shadow of his right arm is visible through his closed eyes.

He said; “Hey wait a minute. How come I can’t see?” She said; come with me.

He said; “how come it’s so bright?” She said; it’s OK you can come with me.

He said; “Who are you?” She said; it’s OK you are safe you can come with me.

He said; “I don’t go with strangers.” She said; come with me.

He said; “I can’t go with you I need to see the residue.”

He struggled to open his eyes the need to watch for the residue became stronger than the light he opened his eyes he could see people all around him but it peers to be a great I in the blackness closed in on him shutting tight until there was nothing. He woke-up back in the washroom back to where it all started he’s back, One score one line.

He knows now what he is, he is what he wanted, an angel.

“Wait a minute!”, he called up at the worn ceiling. ” In a shit house?” Then he’s distracted by somebody going to the sink to wash their hands. He needs to watch for residue. “This isn’t over?” He stood at the sink. “That’s it. Pick at skin like a little fat hen.” He took time to laugh, then said, “thimble. Or plastic finger fitters.” He laughed loud repeating, “finger-fitters?” He looked back to the ceiling quite content, “this is going to be fun. But it still ain’t over, we’re talking.”

Another woman came to the sink, she just looked in the mirror, fixed her hair then showed herself her teeth. He looked to the door, that thought came back. Wall walking.

He flashed a smirk, then paid more attention back to the sink, a young girl is scrubbing her hands. He grimaced at her two fingers on her right hand lootarred up, it looked as though she’s been smoking all her life.


So here I am, standing in a place where I stood before. Where months upon days kept us apart.

Entering the building climbing the stairs going down the long spacious hallway looking door to door wall to wall, reminded me of the pleasure of being there again , we waited.

I was at another paint class B.o.B studios of Art, I’m not sure what it was called but I had been here before and I was to paint a flower which ended up looking like an iris goat. I laughed, it was hilarious. I was the only one able to see this goat in this Iris painting, but after pointing out certain areas on the canvas, it became clear to everybody, allowing them to see the goat face in the flower. But who would remember anything like that, a silly painting by me.

The Woman at the door gave handshake, greeting by name, with a warm smile, holding a friendly look in her eye to each person entering the classroom, until it was my turn, where she paused the handshake only to take friendly time welcoming me.

I do not know your name she smiled . This must be your first time to come and paint with us. I remember everybody’s name by face.

No not the first time I painted a flower here once.

Her face lit up like a candle she exclaimed, Constance the iris goat! Welcome back.

To recognize my name from a painting felt so special to me, I felt welcomed “rate” straightaway.

I painted a polar bear, it was pet night everybody brought pictures of their pet dogs, but one other person. They had a picture of a real pet donkey. So my polar bear really stood out.

By the end of the night, each painting of these pets were beautiful, people are amazing what they can do with colour.


One of the funniest things ever.

While filling out an application for a cooking job my grandson ask if I would make him two grilled-cheese sandwiches.  Yes, yes I will, come on, I tell him leaving the application.

Quickly I turned on the stove, then buttered two slices of bread, put the buttered side down in the heating pan.

Then I placed a slice of cheese on top both cooking breads and buttered two more slices of bread covering the cheese.

Then I ran back to my application answering questions, typing fast hoping for no mistakes.

Moments later my grandson came to ask about the grilled-cheese sandwiches.

Aw! I ran to the kitchen area which is covered in smoke.IMG_2020

I thought I would give it to him anyway just to see his face.

I’m eating it yuck!

But isn’t charcoal good for your teeth?

I did not get the job but I did learn to do one thing at a time, cook or fill out an application.





I will tell you why.

Because I was hacked and lost everything!!!! But just this hour I have my WORDPRESS site back after loosing all access to this laptop. I Blogged about calling the right FRIEND and just for old-time-sake, I clicked on the Add button the media. My mind froze when lots of my pictures came up. I love you wordpress. lol xo.


When you think all is lost?  What did you lose? What do you mean the right friend?

  1. let me tell you. My laptop did get messed up really bad. How bad? Bad enough that the trash-can looked like a nice new home for it, we are glad the garbage-bin opening was too narrow to fix this PC.
  2. Day in and day out for two weeks or more, the sidewalk continued to invite me to come out and smash my laptop to smithereens. We are happy I choose not to make the HEADLINES for my hometown.
  3. Frig, all I wanted to do was pull the guts out. We are great full I didn’t know how.

I can’t believe when I took this laptop into the GEEK SQUAD they asked for 259.99 up front, telling me All is lost, but they will do 100_1932their best with-out promising any progress of retrieving my files, my pictures, my documents, my anything. We are so happy I walked out taking my loss with me.

So there you have it. I was willing to suffer my losses rather pay up front for nothing.

  • Sure I cried somewhat.
  • Sure I lost sleep.
  • Sure I asked people I knew.

But no one could help me with this hacking problem. I was on  my own not knowing what to do. So I thought I would Change my room around, at least I am doing something rather furthering the destruction of my old PC.

Then out of know where I came across an old business-card from a friend I have not seen for quite some time.  I studied it for a while wondering if the numbers were still good, choosing the phone number in the center. I punched in the numbers and listened to the ringing. I was about to hang-up when the robot said to leave a message. So I did. “Hey hi, how are you. What are you doing? Why don’t you and your wife come for coffee. Or tea. Why don’t you guys just come. Anyway, have a good weekend.”    We were happy to answer the phone the next day,  it was my old friend. I spilled my guts.

WHEN YOU THINK ALL IS LOST / Remember the right friend.

I had no idea my friend had any computer skills, but here I am.  Maybe I lost my documents and pictures and videos but I am able to use my old laptop to start over again only this time . . .I will never click on a pop-up again. “That is what happened in the first place. A pop-up told me to download WINDOWs 10 before July 29,2017 and I did. OUCH!”