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ONIONS MUSHROOMS SQUASH OH MY-PEA SOUP ANY ONE

What do you love now, that you hated when you were younger?

When we are young we see foods differently; same for the smell, like pea soup. As a kid, when my mother left the kitchen, I would trade my bowl of pea soup, for my younger siblings two slices of bread. So, she had two helpings of soup and I had four slices of bread for supper. It was the smell. I could not get past the smell of the pea soup; it gave the aroma of vomit to me. There was no way I was going to even taste it.

As for onions…yuck! As a kid, raw onions burned my tongue my mouth and my eyes!! Cooked onions were slimy and sluggish like eating slugs; this sluggishness texture, was the same for eating cooked mushrooms!! Yuck.

Although, uncooked mushrooms, tasted and smelled like dirt! The earth. Mold! No way would I eat these, rather wait for my mom to join my dad, I would scrape them off my plate onto one of the younger siblings plate. Shhh don’t tell your mother.

SQUASH? What the crap was that? I can’t even describe what seemed like eating horrible tasting baby pablum. But of course, more than likely, the same sibling; liking the pea soup took the Squash. This sibling ate anything, so, she was great to have around at meal time; only when something yucky was on my plate, otherwise…no; she was always eating her food, and asking for my food, their food, your food.

But as I grew, my tastebuds were challenged by people who knew how to cook, talking me into trying these same foods by way of association.

Onions- do you like pepper, hot mustard and or cooked celery in soup? Yes. So instead of using pepper on your hamburger, try a little raw or cooked onions. I must say I prefer raw onions on my burger. And I put onions in my meat while cooking it. I love onions cooked or raw now.

Squash. I love squash. Someone said to me, try a little butter and brown sugar. 😃 my eyes have seen the glory. Someone else said try a little salt and pepper with a dash of butter. My my my…I can eat a whole small squash by my self, either way.

As for those Mushrooms. I can and do eat them raw in salads or cook them with butter. As for the slimy slug texture…I love it. I love eating mushrooms in soup or cooking then in with certain meats.

Now, this Pea Soup. I did eat peas as a kid but they were green. Pea soup is yellow and has that smell. Then one day when I was older, someone asked me to stay for lunch. Sure, why not; we were playing cards, so, stay play and eat. But she came back with a toasted cheese sandwich and a bowl of PEA SOUP! 😱

What was I to do? Eat the sandwich and be quiet. Which brought on the questions; “is the soup too hot? what’s the matter, don’t you like soup?” “No, no I like soup, just this…I don’t like pea soup.” She asked if I like peas, yes, then what’s the problem. The smell. The smell? It smells like peas!! No it smells like Puke. Taste it. What? Taste it. Oh bother… so I did, and it tasted like peas. lol. The smell was peas not vomit. I soon learn to love this soup.

Pea soup anyone?

All those things I hated when I was young, I love now by way of identifying it with something that I did like. All the fresh ideas on how to cook or eat certain foods sure does help with taste.

BIRDIE BIRDIE IN THE SKY

What’s something you used to believe as a kid that seems ridiculous now?

As children we believe what our elders tell us. Especially if they tell us the same thing every time we ask. This same response convinces most kids, they are learning and believe what they are being told.

In my young case, I asked on a daily basis, “how did you know it was me?” Of course, always being told, “a little birdie told me so.”

Well, I will tell you, I started keeping my eyes on those birds, perched in the trees, outside my hospital window. “Bad old birds.”

So, needless to say, in my eyes and innocent brain, birds were spies. Always watching. Always telling the nurses on me. Always sitting in the trees cawing, probably telling the other birds to come watch me.

Needless to say, after two and a half months and my release from the hospital, learning about birds, I kept clear of them, throwing rocks at them when they came near to me.

Can’t really say my age (9,10 )when I realized birds don’t tell on you. I quit throwing rocks at them and succumb to only shooing them away.

But this does not mean I like birds staring in my windows.

Birdie Birdie in the sky why you do that in my eye I don’t care and I don’t cry I’m just glad that cows can’t fly.

The End.

WHAT WHAT

So, she said; she had the need. She said, “while I was singing, I saw her look at me.” I instantly thought, “She knows I’m good.” And I continued to sing.”

The guy just shrugged, his shoulders rose and his eyes may have disappeared, not sure, but he shook his head.

She squinted with a look of disapproval, then spoke. “But I started filling up with phlegm, needing to force the words still nobody complained.”

The look on her face hearing him reply was priceless. She actually put her hand on her hip as the one brow went sky-high hearing him tell her, “don’t fret yourself about it, they are all to drunk to notice.”

Of course, me, myself, I, happened to be sitting close enough to hear it all without drawing my ear in their direction; they were not quiet. But I laughed. Not a small laugh nor a throat tittle, but a loud(caught off guard Bahahaha, ha ha ha, snort laugh!! YES. I tried to stop with my rude outburst thinking…”how would they know I was laughing at them? How could they know?” Well, they questioned me anyways, where I spoke saying, “no, no. I just heard something funny, to me,” then I picked up my cell phone, hoping they ignored me. But they didn’t! She started blabbing.

I don’t have time for that.

I told them I had to use the rest room, asking to point the way; there just is something, about squabbling, that I have no interest in. however, I had to giggle myself to the washroom. YES. I pretended to be chatting on my phone. “Hey.”Interrupted by her shirking voice, “no, come on, you are laughing at me.”

At this point I turned to the pensive whining. “Wait. Wait.” Then it hit me. Something about the quiet, his quiet alerted me to say something, anything, knowing while I sit and relieve myself, she would be outside the door waiting for my response. Oh bother.

I stopped in my tracks holding onto the washroom door knob taking seconds to think. To say the proper line of defence, on my part, then said. “So, he could hear you choking on phlegm and struggling to sing in tune. Good paying attention to you. That’s pretty lucky to have someone that listens to you. That’s all.” I went quickly through the entrance to where the toilets were. I felt relief wash down over me, giving a deep sigh. But nope. “Some people man.” I thought, as she was still behind me, then I smiled. Thank the Lord for grateful people. Before she could open her mouth, this happy person came right up to us, telling the girl, how great of a singer she was. I made my escape locking the door behind me.

So, now I tell myself to flush the toilet and wash my hands. But something takes over my thoughts and ask, “ why do I have to wash my hands? All I did was stand here. And just like that the answer came. “They don’t know you did not use the toilet silly, wash your hands.” So I did. I flushed, washed my hands, dried them and opened the door. A small yelp escaped my mouth as she was standing there. My eyes darted side to side seeing the woman, was still tossing praises at the singer girl, now herself, looking like she needed a safe route lol.

Wait. Wait. What comes around goes around right? Right. I gave a polite nod of my happy head to her pleating eyes, then proceeded to get lost in the crowd. lol. I snickered to myself.

The End.

THE WRONG RISK OR THE WRONG TIME

When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out?

Well now, the last time I took a big risk was a long while ago. I am sure I have taken several small risks since. But we will talk about the big risk. The wrong risk I took for a project my mind forced me to do; having the same horrendous nightmare. This drove me to write about the dream in order for them to stop entering my sleep.

The risk goes like this. I was in the process of writing this story that came to my head out of the blue. Not really, I continued to have these horrendous nightmares keeping me underground; working. I did however escape, only to be caught and brought back to work. That’s when I seen I was not, the only human being forced to work, but, the crazy thing about being down there working, was, I was never allowed to leave my bream knowing what I was working at?

The name of my story, BUZZER

After locking myself in the work room for four months, words flew from my mind to the computer non stop until a wall of questions bombarded my thoughts. This blockage caused me to take the next step leaving the wall creating symbols to spell out words; an alien language. An actual dictionary took form.

Once the language was set, the only place for me to go was back to my barricade. Oh bother.

I’m sure we all know, they tell us, “we cannot write something we don’t know anything about.” They tell us, “readers are smart. They ask questions.” So, I needed to learn about the next step to be able to carry on with my story.

I know, you are probably wondering where am I going with this. What could possibly be anything that important, for me to go out and take a big risk writing a story? What kind of a story is this risk taker blabbing about that went horribly wrong.

I will tell you what kind of a risk. Sack man. An Arrest. I came upon a part in my story where an arrest had to be written about. Shh. That I am called a goody two shoe person, how could I possibly write an arrest?

I have not witnessed an arrest, I have not been arrested, I did not know anybody who has been arrested. So, I needed to find out right?

😶

Okay, to make a long story short, the jest of it was, I went out to escape someone. Mother.

I went to a bar, had three beers and a shot of black Sambuca to end the night. On the way home I was HIT with an epiphany … 🤩 I will ask the police officer I seen sitting across the street where I had my drink; something told me he was coming for me, especially the way he stormed off in the other direction; one way street. It had to be for me?

Okay, all I had to do was drive maybe twenty feet, turn the corner and I would be home. But that EPIPHANY told me to stop and wait!

Well the rest is history. I was not able to ask him anything. He took me down town in handcuffs; oh the pain. Telling me the “officer in charge wanted to see me.” ???!

That was the most wrongful risk ever taken by me and possibly the last. Still remains the question.

Was it the wrong risk or the wrong time.

Lmao. 🤣 actually it was not funny at all. Did I write the arrest into my story? No!!! I chose a totally different path for that part of the book.

Down with Epiphany’s

The End.

RISK TAKERS

Describe a risk you took that you do not regret.

Very many years ago I took several risks without thinking about “the risks”. Just some times, there is no time to think just act.

I tore a burning shirt off a baby with my bare hands without thinking and burned both my hands. At the time I was the age of nine. Could have been eight, but the only thing in my mind was the shirt have to get off the burning baby. One time I stood in front of my siblings to take the beating first, boys oh boy, hoping to tire out our mother, fat chance there. I was the age of 10 or 11 at that time. She never got tired. One time I jumped off a bridge to save a kid, I was a kid myself. Never gave one thought of the undertow or how fast the river was moving, just jumped. I believe my age was 13, where I didn’t do much thinking of risks at all. My intent was on a one way track, just do it and get to the boy fast before he drowns.

When I was young I had this crazy notion of saving people without a thought in my head except to rescue them.

I thought about the risk of taking my older sister’s clothes 🤔 , 🤷‍♀️ and wore her new velvet pants, I don’t regret it. At 15, I couldn’t care less. lol. The pants were beautiful and my sister was not home. I figured she would never know and didn’t give it another thought.

I’m sure I took plenty of risks without regret, in my mind, I had good enough reasons to do the things I did before doing them, never thinking about the consequences, 😉 to this day I do not regret any of them.

I was a risk taker. 😏

WHAT DID YOU SAY

What’s something most people don’t understand?

Each other. This is the first thing popping into my mind after reading the question.

I know it’s a silly answer, but there happen to be very many people I’m sure you have come across saying to you, “ I don’t know what you mean. Or I don’t know what you’re talking about. Actually I have heard some people say, you’re making no sense at all. I never understand you.

Yet, you have no trouble talking to anyone else. So, when you ask what’s something most people don’t understand, my answer is each other.

JUST A TALE ABOUT MOTHER

My mother taught us about other girls; how they look and dress to attract men, with makeup and tight clothing.

I do not paint my face, not because I don’t know how, mainly because I as a child, promised my mother I wouldn’t. As for tight clothes, I like breathing.

My mother had seven girls, when we were children, she asked us to promise her we would not wear makeup. She went on to tell us, if a man does grab us; grab hold of his dick and rip it off. 😶

However…she wore red lipstick?

My mother was always very pretty; so pretty men would advance us kids and ask us, what is your sister’s age and, if we would tell them our sister’s name, and ask her if she would go talk to them. <<<>>>Oh bother. Men.

We would laugh, “she is our mom.” Off we would scamper to tell her. She would blush, making her more beautiful.

The older I became she told me; only whores wear red. 🫣 but she wore red lipstick? I of course, always wondered about that. Hmm. She only wore lipstick, when she went out with her girlfriends.

To this day I cannot administer this makeup to my face. I do not know how; I look like a floozie. 😎 I guess it takes practice.

One day much older, I decided to dress all in red; yes, shoes as well. the face paint wasn’t going to be a problem, lol; not knowing how to wear the stuff. I looked like a street girl, just not standing on the corner. I laughed at myself in the mirror, most certainly looking like my mother’s rendition of a whore. ( nasty word ) shit, I feel bad typing it, I don’t ever use the word, there are a lot of words I do not use. 🤷‍♀️

Well, I drove myself to my mother’s home; my best straight face. That was hard. I knew what I looked like and what she thought of RED.

When I entered her home she was not in the area where she usually was, so I took my time to unpack my stuff and maintain my composure; get the giddiness out of the way, acting normal. 😮‍💨 waiting to shock her.

I figured my mom heard me ruffling around and came to see who was in her home. Me. So, when I figured she was close enough behind me I turned; hey mom. (Don’t laugh, don’t laugh) I kept telling my brain. (Wait, see what she says. 😏 That’s it stay straight faced.)

She said NOTHING!!

WHAT? 🤨 . . .Mom.

She knew me better than my own self. 😒 the scenario was not what I expected. As she said nothing, I said, “mom don’t you care how I’m dressed? I’m wearing all red?”

“I see that.” Was all she said. So, I said. 🤔, “but you said only whores wear Red? I did all this for nothing?”

Her response… “No, you look very pretty, you should be a model.” 😵‍💫 But I saw her smirk as she turned from me. “Mom, I thought you were going to be shocked or something there like that.” Nope, she played it more cool than me. I guess mother knows best, in the end, I probably should have went on to be a model. More money than factory work.Whatever, I washed my face, kept the clothes on; not bringing a change with me.

She laughed later. 🤣 I heard her.

I love my tales about Mother.

I don’t need makeup. I have always seen my good friend in makeup. That is how I met her. The day I saw her without makeup on, was so very confusing to the eyes. lol.

The End.

CHANGE WHAT IS CHANGE

What is change.

Can it be the lose coins in your pocket? People call lose change in their pockets change. Why. Why are the coins in your pocket or purse called change? Or; would you like your change sir? Or; don’t forget your change.

I give you my twenty dollar bill to pay for my sixteen dollar shirt in exchange for the shirt and what change is left from the bill.

We don’t get two dollar or one dollar bills any more; they changed that, by taking the paper money away creating coins worth a two and one dollar bill. But then they changed the paper money all together, giving us plastic; it melts in the blazing heat of the sun, should you leave your plastic money on the dash of the inside of your car, truck. This is not fair change; money that melts. But, either way . . .paper money burns

But what about the residue? Bahahaha . . .Residue you may ask? Where does this residue come into play? Well, I do not know myself, because I do not snort stuff up my nose with the use of rolled up bill money. Is there a change in how the powder flows up through the plastic rather paper? Does the powder coat the paper bills and not the plastic? Could this be the reason for the change; paper to plastic? Just a thought as I type about change and what it may mean to some people? And don’t ask why this came to me, it just came. <<<>>>This is a CHANGE IN MY THOUGHT PATTERNS.

WHAT IS CHANGE? How about this . . .We change our minds. We change our clothes. We change the curtains hanging there after a period of time for something different. Change is anything different.

So, change is two different things, coin left over from a money bill and . . .doing anything different.

Below a few changes.

LETS BLOW THIS POPSICLE STAND

What bores you?

Boredom; it comes in many forms, having nothing to do, no place to go, or watching someone else watch sports on television.

What bores me? I will tell you what bores me.

I can get as bored as hell starting to freeze on a hot summer day, while stuck somewhere with people wasting precious moments, when we could be anywhere else dancing or singing or playing hopscotch, while they are stuck in the past arguing about some silly thing they did as kids.

Holy God. Please get me out of here before I blow this popsicle stand!

But you know how it goes. Until they all agree on the one same story, I must sit and wait until every dog tooth is pulled, or I stand with a resounding voice and call, “Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

The end.

I WILL STAND BY YOU

What makes a good leader?

What does it take to be a good leader? I will tell you what it takes to be a good leader. A good leader is a leader who will lead by example.

A leader who will tell you, “I will stand by you.” And this Leader actually does. Now that is a good leader, one to maintain rules and regulations following by example. Out with the OLD and in with the NEW according to the times of course, we are 2026 and our leaders are not for the people anymore. They are for each other.

Oh but wait a minute…They need to keep each other happy at all cost! We don’t want war.

I wonder can a good leader do both, keep each other happy and its people?

Hmm. This is not a good question for me. Leaders should be super strict. None of this leniency allowing lawbreakers and idiocy.

Okay I’m quite 🫣

THINK FOR YOURSELFS

If you could un-invent something, what would it be?

Of all inventions and there have been very many, some of them very good some of them very bad…Well, here’s another bad one, one that should be uninvented just as fast as hitting the ground, when you slip unable to catch yourself and you go down, boom .

AI. Artificial intelligence.

Get it? Artificial-unreal-fabricated-made up-not yours!

Sure it’s intelligent information but it still is not yours.

Look how many mistakes Autocorrect makes in one minute of you texting, as it is trying to take over your thinking?

No. Nope AI can be manipulated and dangerous for our society.

Somebody, had the bright idea to create an intelligence, for children who now don’t have to think anymore-so people don’t have to think for themselves, what is that gonna be like in about five years? Where nobody is thinking for themselves, a computer telling them what to think what to say what to do.

It is extremely important for humanity to Think For Yourselves!

BEANS ANYONE

Think back on your most memorable road trip.

At the time I was 19 could’ve been 18 we went on a road trip from Kitchener Ontario to Kingston Mosport500. That was a long time ago.

My boyfriend and I left on a motorcycle his brother and wife went in a Camaro with the top down. We all had a great ride as for us, it rained pretty hard; the Camaro put its top up , at least the traffic was fine, everything was fine until a bee flew down my shirt. It’s not fine anymore. We parked the motorcycle I got off and started stripping, carefully not to get stung, and when I looked up, there was an old man so full of joy standing in the window with such a happy jolly face staring down at me, I had no time to be ashamed or embarrassed-petrified of being stung.

Now arriving at Mosport it was dark, we were wet, the car people were fine, and it was really late at night, we pitched the tent, we slept, yes in our wet clothes and woke to roaring sounds of the ring ding dinging of roaring motorcycles.

I work first and went out I was shocked but the scenery was too comical I had to giggle and laugh and I had to wake everybody up to come outside just to see where we pitched our tents.

Right in the middle of the practice field! We had to move of course. So we re-pitched the tent we made a campfire they put me in charge of the food. while we were doing our best to dry off.

Beans anyone? Yes, that’s what we brought, a can of beans loaf of bread whatever else but for breakfast everybody would like the beans on toast that the two men were British, beans on toast it was.

Now, don’t ask me how I did it, because I don’t know, but I cooked the beans, I toasted eight slices of bread, put the bread on plates. Now everybody had their plate, of beans toast and a spoon. Now everybody was so happy and I don’t know what happened next? But somehow, I dropped my plate of beans and it went in her long blonde hair, it went all over her husband’s clothes & someone on his face, it went into my man’s clothes and his long hair. . .Oh my, and I had ONE bean on my boot. I did my best not to laugh as she had herself bent over scraping beans out of her hair and tossing it to the ground and he was swiping off his self and pulling it out of his hair so was my man, and I was just standing there picking one bean off my boot.

It was a very good thing Mosport put on a great show so great even a news reporter was knocked out of a tree from a runaway bike that went up the tree knocking the guy and his camera out. Yup, it was a great time, and one I will never forget.

But of course there are two more incidents on two other road trips with the same people but that’s another story.

Mosport Indy 500 beans anyone.

WHEN CHILDREN LAUGH

At the farm with three new calves.

Will the red cow eat us? lol.

CHRISTMAS TIME

Getting ready to build a Christmas tree on my head.

BRIDGE OUT OF NOWHERE

Do you have a favorite place you have visited? Where is it?

It was that time of year where I first learn about Halloween. I lived in CHIPMAN New Brunswick, at the time, and my guess would be that I must have been four-years of age.

It just so happened I was with my mother when my older sister came running in calling out, “the costumes are in, the costumes are in. Can I go to Mary Marsden’s and pick out a Halloween mask? Please mommy, please?”

Well now, I do not know what masks are, however, I do know what Mary Marsden’s is. The only General Store in town. She had lots of things in her store and often gave me a candy of some sorts.

Now here’s her, begging to go pick out a mask, and I pleaded out, “mommy can I go to?”

Instantly she yelled, “no. You can’t go with me! I’m going by myself. Mommy can I go and see if there is a mask that I like, please mommy?”

I did ask again and my mother did look down at me, where I was jumping up and down like a crazy baby kangaroo, pleading to go along to see what this mask thing was for a Halloween thing coming soon?

“No you can’t come with me. You can’t. You are too little. I’m going by myself. Mother no.”

Well, the crazy jumping baby kangaroo got the best of things, where mother finally spoke.

“You can go look at the masks and see which one you would like to have, if you take Connie. But. You have to hold her hand.”

Well now, if her eyes could have squinted any tighter they would have been closed. But she begrudgingly said, “okay,” where mother repeated once again, “don’t you dare let go of her hand.” —“I won’t.” —“Promise?” —“I promise.”

So off we went. All the way to the store. Up the short road which was more or less a stones throw for a big person, but for us, probably a minute before reaching the big road that came from our left, and out from under a high railroad track up in the sky that came across the Great Lake.

She held my hand all the way to the road, across the road to Marsden’s, where she let go running up the greying wooden dusty steps and inside. Wham! The big screen door slammed shut.

Yes she left me out on the step. Then once I was in, 🤩! WOW, I loved it in there. And there was Marry, standing behind her counter watching down at me, and me looking way up at her. “What’s a mask? Where did Penny go?”

The store was filled with long stretching racks of plastic holding something on hangers, something I have never seen before, taking up practically the whole store? I couldn’t see Penny if I wanted to, and I wanted to.

Miss Marry pointed as she spoke, “Penny is over there, looking at costumes for Halloween. A mask is something hiding your face when you put the costume on to go trick or treating.”

What ever Marry said, blew over my head like a wind storm. At this point of my little life, I have never heard of this Halloween. So, I found Penny asking, where upon she told me to look by myself, and she was going over there, and off she went, leaving me once again. Only this time, inside the store, standing in the middle of a line of these costumes hanging in plastic bags on hangers.

What next, came as a confused surprise as I pushed apart between the hangers only to witness a very scary up-side down face staring at me, and another, and another and another, until being alerted to Penny’s voice yelling out in great admiration, “I found one! I’m going to tell mommy!” Then the hammer of that big old door slammed shut.

Awe! My heart jumped realizing she left me alone in the store with strangers!!! I went and pushed that old door opened and stepped out on to the platform. She was already across the big road. “Penny. Mommy said you have to hold my hand,”

Well now, she did look, I saw her look both ways and heard her yell, “RUN!”

Well I ran down those steps as fast as speedy Gonzalez, and out to the road.

I heard a massive BAM! Haven’t a clue what that was. But I can tell you it was quiet and dark. As the matter of fact, it was the most blackest of black there could ever be.

“Where am I. And how come I can’t see?” {This is a whole different story. A God thing happened.} But two and one half months later, my mother and her sister came to bring me home from the hospital.

Upon their, arrival, my aunt had bought me one bottle of orange crush and one Oh Henry chocolate bar. My eyes were bigger than my head at having a whole bottle of pop for myself.

Long story I know. But we are soon getting to the Bridge out of nowhere. okay, now I am home with a chocolate bar and a whole bottle of pop, where I only ever got half, a bottle or glass. I can not, tell you the excitement running through me having one whole bottle of pop, orange crush at that, for myself.

But when I got into the house all these kids came running out of nowhere at me asking for a bite of the bar, and a sip of my pop! Within seconds the bar was gone and me not even having a lick. As for the bottle of pop? There was only one sip left, 😲!

Well I took off running like nothing else matters, out the front door and Bam!!!

Well, while I lay in the hospital all that time they finished building the bridge. Nobody, thought to tell me about it.

I woke in the doctor’s car wrapped in a pink blanket in my mother’s arms.

After that I haven’t a clue. But because of that bridge out of nowhere, people would say, “there goes that little Taylor girl gets hit by car everyday.” Of course, I’d get mad, squint, and say, “not every day!”

The picture on my post, is the bridge, in NewBrunswick where I love to visit. My home town CHIPMAN. Only I ever got to go back for a funeral and then to visit my cousins. Everything was gone but that bridge. 😂

The end.

JOINT EASE BONES NOT MARIJUANA

Yes, joint pain in your hands not your favourite Acapulco gold marijuana stuff? But for all I know it may help as well.

But I have rheumatoid arthritis, actually they diagnosed me with that in my late teens. However, that I am running into my seventies, my pain generally overwhelms me with the dampness. For sure it’s a weather condition.

I tell people I’m allergic to the cold when they ask are you allergic to anything, yes the cold they giggle, thinking I’m being funny, it’s not funny-the cold super hurts-hurts my skin, hurts my bones!

One could say I’m allergic to the cold and dampness because it hurts like hell.

So here’s my story.

I was always taking some form of Gluten Sulphate, then getting tired of taking pills I quit for many years and taking the pain.

But then comes a day when the pills are necessary and you take them whether you like them or not. But then I started to take just recently, vitamin D a drop a day and I did this for quite a while still taking magnesium and glucosamine sulphate, with no pain at all, yay!

So I stopped taking the magnesium and glucosamine sulphate believing all I needed were the drops 😁. Yippee, pill free for a month!

UNTIL 😳🫣😭😭😭 out of the blue-my hands hurt like someone smashed them using a hammer. It was extremely painful just to make a fist. The ring finger on my right hand would not bend without the feeling of bursting. On the left hand it was my pointer finger screaming at me.

So I went from Yippee, yay, to OUCHWHY? within a month or two? Can’t remember. But I started back taking the pills😩

So that my vitamin D drops emptied, I started too take a teaspoon of cod liver oil and my magnesium and my glutamine sulphate and drink more water for about six weeks before the pain subsided.

I can at least make a fist, with a tiny bit of pain in my ring finger my left pointer, still feels a little swollen——we won’t do that again !! rheumatoid arthritis is nothing to play around with. I guess I have to take all that stuff forever, the pain is too intense now without taking the stuff. Hey I saw a movie once called “The stuff.” Was it with young Scott Bloom.

Need to sleep.

I take two everyday, and my pain has dwindled to clear ish. lol.

Joint ease bones not marijuana lol.

THE VALLEY SO LOW

What do you love about where you live?

Down in the valley, the valley so low, where the storms and the snowfalls, very seldom go.

We are free from tornadoes, and Mini typhoons, but sometimes they slip through, and I get everyone’s junk .

Sometimes I sit here, watching storm clouds rolled by, sometimes lightning keeps me inside.

I am down in the valley, a valley so low, not many people, come here and go.

COMING SOON TO AMAZON

Another story by me. I’m sure the cover will be different. But should you wonder to close to a certain cemetery…Hmm, you will need your flask at hand. some curses are to be taken seriously, not to be invaded just for pure speculation putting the world at risk.