Chilly Valentines Day –

Sunday, February 14th, 2016 — §§ — -18˚C / 0˚F – Dark and Clear in Atlantic Canada @ 11:11 pm — §§ — Today was my Uncle Larry’s Birthday —

The river here is frozen solid and covered with snow except for a little bit under one bridge, that I can’t see very well as we drive toward it. But I’m not about to try to drive a big heavy truck across the ice – Too many people back where we used to live died that way – at least a couple of fatalities every year.

— It was pretty nice and toasty inside here today. Cut and split hardwood heats a lot better than cut up pieces of pallets thrown away by businesses.

— Cathi made lasagna that had both me and the dog drooling as it cooked. And we have a heart-shaped chocolate cake to dessert with.

— But – Remembering friends who hated Valentines Day because they were bullied and/or never picked to be anyone’s Valentine. Perfectly beautiful people with a lot to offer – made to feel inadequate and unlovable by the stupid school system that was forced on us.

And this guy with #ptsd is suffering big time and I can’t do anything but pray things begin to get better for him.

— The above tweet was posted by a guy who is currently homeless because he was fired for having PTSD symptoms during a major suicide epidemic when the previous Conservative government was closing down Veterans’ Affairs Offices to pocket over a $Billion$ and Veterans with problems had an even harder time trying to get help within a system that already tries to vilify them for not being ‘man enough’ to ‘get-over-it’ when the nightmares of brutal conditions, ugly death and military insanity in any conflict won’t just go away because some idiot with a couple of stripes says they should.

But Hummingbirds were my sister Diane’s favourites and she’d appreciate this photo of a Green Throated Mango Humming Bird.

— I had a couple weird dreams last night, and when I told her about that my favourite Valentine told me she did too. But I also made contact with a cousin who died last year – I dreamed we were in a room with a bunch of relatives – The scene reminded me of a lot of family get-together-s while we were growing up and in our twenties and thirties – My cousin sat at a computer and busied himself doing something. In the dream I remembered he’d died and I asked him if I was the only one who could see him or was he visible to everybody there. & drat – I woke up before he could reply.

& Here’s a nice photograph re-tweeted by a Hispanic guy with a lot of heart.

— I’ll forget about all the time I spent today trying to fix problems caused by Microsoft’s idiotic new ‘Update’ glitches and remember the happy minutes of conversations I had with Cathi and the strange but fun interactions we always have with our four-legged friends.

— [ Imagine your favourite Happy Smiling Face here – I won’t tell you about the firefox extension add-ons that substitute cute photos of kittens for any shot of Tom Cruise in social media  🙂 ] –,

~~~~~ Jim