lessons learned. – BACK2THEDOGHOUSE

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.

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.

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.

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.

WHAT IS RIGHT WHAT IS WRONG & RULES

On what subject(s) are you an authority?

Subjects by authority eh.

Well, being raised with eight other kids learning the difference between right and wrong was taught by leather belts, sticks, hands and knuckles, with rules never to be broken henceforth we were subject to authority.

Being raised up like this until the age where you are now to old to get hit, of course adding to that fact, the rules are set and the difference between right and wrong are inevitable enough you don’t step outside of the learning. But now for the people around you?

Oh bother. It’s never a pretty sight.

WHY?

What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.

To be quite honest, I hate being questioned.

But the one question I hate the most is,

“what’s your name?” Hmm. Yeah that. My name…what is my name? No one calls me my name so who do I call me?

I was given a name at birth, but no body uses it, they call me an Irish boy’s name or a fresh water fish name. And I don’t like the name, so when asked? I get dumb. So usually I reply, why?

Silly I know. But why do you want to know.

It all started as a child. I just had to practice being the best SPY in the world like the double o seven show, & 77 Sunset strip and The Saint. I for some reason had to be like them-but better.

Then in school-grade one, I could hear the teacher call out a name over and over and over. But I paid no never mind because it was not my name. Oh yes it was! Only I did not know it, as no one ever called me that. I ended up arguing with the teacher in front of the class 😳 then doing my best to remember the name to ask my mom if it was my name. <<<>>>this did not go over very well but it was, my name.

Well then there I was at eight-years of age learning my name. Which still no one called me. And to this day…I hate the question, “and what’s your name.” 🤷‍♀️ why?

BULLSEYE

What skill would you like to learn?

This will be short.

At times, I have a pretty good aim, at other times it will take me three tries to hit my target.

Every once in a while I will buy a $4.00 toy gun with darts. Lucky me the darts come in three, allowing me to mess around using a chalk drawn bullseye, getting my practice in before the kids confiscate my toy.

But I really wish growing up that I took the time to learn the skill of archery, had I known lessons were given.

However, I did play Darts. Lucky if I hit the board. One time this guy sitting in a wheelchair having a game of darts with my sister and me, took the dart and drove it in his leg as he said to us, “would you do this?” Holy sack, we had no idea he had a wooden leg.

My sister holding her dart readying to aim smiled looking at me then him saying, “wood eye?” Oh my God I laughed my ass off I could hardly stand up. The guy just stared at her, then looked at me, which of course made me laugh more, as I’m imagining my sister putting out his eye.

Archery would have been a great skill for me. I buy the plastic sets of Bow and arrows and we play and have fun.

What was that? BULLSEYE 🎯

WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE

What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received?

My dad, hmmm, my dad.

I can not remember what happened to bring on the piece of advice given to me from my dad, but I was the age of twelve or younger.

I do remember he said to me in a rather annoyed voice… “Who do you think you are. YOU, are no better than them, and they are no better than you.”

Honestly, I had to think on that one for a while, (if I’m not better than them, & they are not better than me,) well who is then? Then my dad would tell me-don’t wonder to far, you’ll get lost, which my mother told me to always look before you leap. Where my dad butted in with, your you’ll be sure to weep & weep.

In any case, I do look before I leap when I think to, and I do know, I am no better than anyone, and anyone is no better than me.

The End.

LACK OF COMMUNICATION

Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.

Talking. Communicating with your partner. Complaining when there is, something to speak your mind about.

Oddly enough I was taught to SHUT UP & SIT DOWN-with the back of the hand to the head or hit with a belt or stick with every word spoken<>>>that would be nine hits or seven depending on if she said, “I told you to shut up and sit down rather, I said shut up and sit down.” Always great full when she did not have a speech …😮‍💨 never sure if she stopped hitting when she ran out of words or just tired of swinging, lol.

It’s okay I never cried during lessons only when I was called stupid and good for nothing and will always be good for nothing. Yeah my feelings hurt 1000 times more than any lickens’ ever did. Don’t forget I was hit by car twice, so what is a stick or belt going to do to me?

I always only said… “are you finished & can I go to bed now?” Man oh man that made her mad. Bahahaha-made me mad too. But I learned well to keep my mouth shut, that never goes away.

I wish I was taught to voice my opinions when I was young, being quite causes a shit load of problems for ever after, ruining two marriages. That I did not learn how to speak out without receiving painful consequences…both husbands, in the end said that I allowed them to walk all over me, where they had no respect for me at all.

🤷‍♀️ Is that what they call bitches…complaining all the time, nitpicking, finding faults, cutting you up all day long? I can not be like that…that I am the woman and know my duties as a woman should not the man?

I wish I learned to defend myself when I was young, with my words. I’m not talking about cussing, I do not swear, I do not need to, I have those eyes, that dangerous look.

Tell you what though, I taught my children when they were young to say what they mean and mean what they say. None of that making people guess crap, some people can guess you right into jail.

Me no speak it confrontation. Lol. Unless I know I’m RIGHT. Then and only then I will not shut up. 🥸

The End.

Oh wait a minute…I wish I learned how to type without looking at the typewriter/keyboard. Oh, but then I would have to of learned how to properly pronounce the alphabet. 🧐 sack eh, there is always something.

Have a blessed day.