I had just won the art award in highschool & was at my grandma's when a family member remarked "We always knew you were going to be an artist! You use to paint the walls with shit!" ...several looked at each other and laughed - I did too.  

I laughed until I understood.  Then I cried.
I had heard this a few times as I got older, you see I thought it was kinda funny... taking off my diaper & drawing on the walls with my shit - how creative of me! I guess I was born an artist.  It wasn't until I realized - much later in life - this was a very common occurance and many had found me covered in caked on shit.. sitting in my crib with shit on the walls.
It was not a one time thing.  It was a sign of serious neglect.  

My mother did not care if I shit myself.. apparently I would be found  and someone would take pity & bath me. I should consider myself lucky she did not give a shit about me being covered in shit.. I doubt she would have been any more atttentitive or loving with me in the tub - washing off the shit.   Some shit never washes off. 

I hear stories of people when they are little and they are cute & loving.. I think awwwww.
This was not my childhood.  I know I spent way too much time alone, my entire childhood.
I try NOW to understand EVERY thing happens for a reason but still I struggle - what was the reason God- I was given to someone who did not want me or love me?  So, at the age of 56 I can still be effected by this SHIT and brought to tears- UNTIL I remember - NEVER AGAIN - will I give that person the satisfaction of ever treating me like SHIT again.  
Yes, I will continue - so every Monday is a reminder to me & hopefully to others..

I know my mother was seriously struggling with depression & was an alcholic, that does not make it an excuse to abuse your child.  Are you depressed? Is you child suffering because  it?  GET help. 
Are you a family member who sees a child being neglected?   WTF?    HELP MORE!
Are you an adult now, still haunted by your childhood memories?  
Acknowledge, understand - IT WAS NEVER YOU!  Breath and go create!
You are a child of GOD- still here for a reason! Go create - Be joyful - that is the best success  & way to thank God.  I'm glad I was such a creative tiny being who was able to amuse myself painting with shit.. lol 
NOW, I paint to forget shit.. once I start painting  - all disappears, Thank GOD.
People alwasy comment on the amount I paint..  I paint to keep painfree - in more ways than anyone might imagine.  I focus on what & whom I love NOW, those who don't love me - can focus on what ever the fuck they want - who needs people like that in their lives?
NOT ME.  
Next week - playing HOOKEY!  Day's I got to stay home...... yippie.

Aren't you all glad I can NOW afford paint!?   hahaha  
Fuck that past shit!
I'm going to not give a shit while I smoke some really good shit  (thanks Son!)
& contemplate what kinda shit I'll get into, next.

;)

I NEVER, ever let my son sit in a dirty diaper. Not once.  
I gave him paint while he was still in diapers. I loved him with every breath, still do.
He liked to play in the dirt more... clearly with Love his passion GREW!  hee hee
& yesterday I painted 'a gardeners prayer- inspired by proverbs & the bible...
I'll share tomorrow.

with TLC & THC
​Me.

This view tho...  My studio is tiny and I'm constantly changing it to make is as 'fucntional' as possible.. if I ever feel cramped or frustraited  I Look up & Look out. Wow.    
Especially right now,  all the rain we've had - how glorious & green is the garden! 

Norms busy on the roof- getting ready to put in our RED fireplace - I'm very excited, and the past few mornings have been chilly - wee.  
Canada has approved Psilocybin research for 4 Canadians - cancer patients  AMEN! ABOUT time - hurry up with the red tape and help more Canadians access this medicine - proven to assist with anxiety and depression.  Here is the thing.. may ARE accessing it - NOW - illegally, because they know  the potential and to put anyone in jail for this' - is a cannabis all over again. Read: How to change your Mind, watch the countless documentaries on Psilocybin & Micro dosing, Educate yourself on the topic - KNOW - don't judge.  
Books too...  around for decades.  The time is NOW.

I attribute Psilocybin to finally helping me  DEAL with he past instead f shoving it aside..  a life of depression  which I understand NOW (completely out of my control) until older & wiser & learning how to acknowledge, embrace & accept my past is what is helping me heal. 
Like it or not- I don't care.. don't read it.  NOT just that BUT 2 really caring, helpful doctors who have always taken he time to listen and acknowledge & help..  the psilocybin were the  finally push - I needed.  Mushrooms have taught me I am LOVED.  Ha.  Go figure.

It was indeed a evening with Psilocybin when I drew  'my past' - on paper for my own eyes to see so - I could NO LONGER deny.  
Mushrooms made me step back and acknowledge:
 Hold On!
What the fuck!??
That's enough.
​
You are a child of god.. created to create!
Amen.

It's a holiday & I was considering taking a break.. then realized- that's part of the porblem.  No one wants to hear this shit on a holiday, take a break...  Does abuse take a break?
Fuck no - it's escalated on holidays, so Cheers!.

I was taught to hate holidays. I still do.. or rather I hate the usual celebration that accompanies them - Excessive Alcohol consumption. Time to get 'shitfaced' - it's a holiday tomorrow...  Good day for a hangover.  That's how we think  (how I use to think).. too many do, still.  I struggle with most "celebrations", I usually just act like it's just another day- because in reality, it is.

At 18 I was given a raise, my first real job 'Talent Showcase' (hiring extras for music videos and movies being shot in Toronto & area) I was thrilled! & it was a good raise!! My then boyfriend, Adraino was taking me out for dinner and dancing & to celebrate! I just wanted to run up (I lived in an apartment) & change..  change I did.

I went straight to my room, got on my favorite current dress a raw silk, black & white, simple yet classy & great to dance in... on the way out  I was asked   "where are YOU going?"
I didn'nt speak much as my mother was usually drininking and I didn't want to set her off- not that it took much on my part.  
​I relpied excited (because I was):   "I got a raise & Draino is taking me out to celebrate!"
My mothers response...    " A raise?!  How does your bosses cock taste?"    
Yep.   No, I do to forget it, those words.   Because, you know - I could not have possibly been good enough at my job to deserve a raise.. clearly, I had to be fucking him in her mind (I was NOT HER though - I did not suck my bosses cock or fuck him - ever) I told her to "fuck off" and proceeded to leave.. Nope.  
I was tackled, punched until I cowered on the floor, hair pulled, make up slapped off my face.   Called the usual array of names: cunt, slut, fucking whore..   My stepdad sat & watched (inebriated as well)  he TOO, knew better than to intervene with her intoxicated hatred towards me.  I was beat repeatedly until Draino opened the door, he came looking for me wondering why I was taking so long, (thankfully) and yanked that bitch off of me and held a fist to her face & said  "If you ever touch her again I'll punch you in the fucking face because she won't"  and pulled me out of my apartment.
He was never allowed to visit again.  I was humiliated, we broke up soon after.  
She remembered what he said but not what she did & SHE NEVER EVER said SORRY.
All I ever got was "...I don't remember I was drunk."  
FUCKING LIES Drunks tell us & themselves.

We did not go out dancing, my dress was torn and my spirit defeated.. again. I was use to it. I was harder because Draino saw it.   I was ashamed when my friends saw me getting beat up - as IF I had actually done something wrong.  The look of shock on their face - overtime was hard for me to see.  That's what happens when you are beaten as a toddler. You are taught to be ashamed.. I must be bad if my mom is hitting me again.
That's how it was was with every celebration in my life..  EVERY thing she could - she added misery to.  She was miserable ALWAYS,  I was going to be too.  So, why not share on this holiday MONDAY...  abuse will be higher today & that is a fact, whether you choose to ignore it or not.  If you see someone & you think "they should be celebrating",  back off - perhaps  they do not have as much to celebrate as you 'think'..
​I use to get 'that too   ..."why aren't you happy??"   Buzzkill..    yep, quite often my buss was killed - but not by me.

The day I got accepted into school/college (you know how exciting that is!) was the same thing...  I went to school in tears because I had got accepted & she said  'I wasn't going.. she wasn't going to pay for me to go & draw'.  My teacher (Mrs Lockhart) helped me with paper work and I received a grant & loan.  I  never got any encouragement from her EVER, not once did she ask me what I was doing in college EVER.. I only lasted a year.  
​I wondered if I had gotten just a bit of encouragement,  if I would have stuck it out.  Oh well. 

So, if you are an adult & celebrating with alcohol On this Holiday - try not to over indulge - not if your going to become abusive and give your children holiday memories they'll never forget. Or do- the choice is yours... if your children hate you when you are older- remember- the CHOICE WAS yours.   It's still difficult for me to "celebrate" anything.. I have a fear in me that sooner or later something or someone will say something negative...   beat it into me, still. 

I will celebrate this glorious day- by painting, checking on the animals and just enjoying the moment. Grateful to e HERE NOW.  Painting Iridescent Eve in the garden... next.

with TLC & THC 
​Next week,  how everyone KNEW I was going to be an artist- yay!  lol 

I had a light bulb moment or as I like to think them now,  a new level of awakening.
Triggers.. it's funny what 'triggers memories' and past experiences, maybe it's a song on the radio which reminds you of a special date or someone in your life, an old T-shirt - reminds you of that concert you went to when 17! A photo- can bring you right back to the date, memories can be a wonderful thing.  Memories can also be brutal.  As well as making you feel all warm and fuzzy- they can make you feel physically ill - decades later. 

I'm learning to 'embrace' these triggers as difficult as they are instead of ignore them, ignoring them only suppresses them to return to a later date. Instead I will acknowledge, ponder and understand  & say to myself: Way to go girl! You rose above that TOO!

Who was intimated by 'mean girls ' in high school - I bet many.  Not me.  My 'mean girl' was at home waiting to teach me a lesson or two.

One morning my mom was drinking her "special tea" which she said helped her keep slim...  I made the mistake of asking if I could have some, not quite comprehending the concept of the slimming tea' & how it worked.  I had my tea & went to school.  I was in grade 9.
I recall feeling very sick and  left school only to shit myself on the TTC.  I got off the bus for fears of others seeing or smelling me.   I was wearing shorts- it was a hot summer day.  
I walked home and the shit dripped down my legs into my shoes,  occasionally buckling with cramps... crying all the way. 
 
My mom, thought it was hysterical and laughed a great deal, she also shared with a few that I had shit myself. I was 15.  I was humiliated, again.  Who does this to their daughter? 
It was not until I was older to understand - other moms did not take pleasure in humiliating their daughter like this.  My mom never said "you look cute", "how was your day?".. " what did you do in school  today?"...  "Im sorry you shit yourself... for that was not my intent."     It was, it was her intent. She was an adult & knew what would happen to me drinking that tea - still she let me & let me go to school without any warning.
I  looked cute in my shorts.. until I shit them.  I threw them out. 

She was always telling others I was mentally ill.  
Regrettably, BUT understandably  I was diagnosed as bi-polar' in my teens, which she only used againts me further - convincing others of her terrible plight- 'dealing with me'.  I was not bipolar- I was fucked over mentally since birth by someone who hated me and proved it constantly.  I was not the one who was fucked up.   
The abuse was NOT always so obvious- the beatings were obvious,  the mean 'mind fucks' - not until I was older.  I remember this, sometimes simply  -when I see a teabag in a cup.

I am happy for these memories NOW- these are here for a reason... to keep me awake.  Safe.
They show me how far I have come and remind me - I am exactly where God wants me to be.  Keep my distance.  Grateful like you can't even comprehend. Give thanks.

People have asked me - why didn't you tell anyone? Why don't you?  I didn't want to hurt my mother, part of the brainwashing.   This is not about 'hurting' my mother,  if it was to hurt her, reading this - OH well- we shouldn't have been such a fucking cunt.
This is about explaining abuse & pray others SEE, learn & understand & STOP judging others and what we don't know.  Not all abuse is beating physically - much is beating and wearing down others mentally.

Stop telling kids:
You only have one mother..  (or father).
It was those words (guilt from people NOT aware) that kept me being abused well into my 50's. Now when someone says that, I immediately respond: Thank God for that! One mother like that was enough.  
I was ashamed to tell others how much my mother hated me...because they could not understand.  I could NOT understand.  
They saw what they wanted to see.  
They believed what was easy for them to believe.

Time for a cup of tea, I treat myself to good tea! I like citrus flavours especially.
Then I'll finish a portrait and  start a new one of my son & a goat..
I've had a few very difficult days- that's o.k... I understand why.  I try not to be so hard on myself when I get overwhelmed - it's easy to understand why, now.  
​
​Please try to show someone a little understanding- even if you don't.

​with TLC & THC - FOR me from ME! 

We have our designated farm chores.  I get up and let everyone OUT, when Foghorn starts shouting "Rise & SHINE!!!".  I open the chicken door, I open the goat door (yes, that's new)  all the dogs follow to pee.   All loose - I return for my first coffee -then, I make the chickens breakfast. They LOVE cream of wheat sprinkled with hemp and a tiny bit of whatever fresh fruit. Norm gets up usually an hour later, he gets his coffee & we go out again. 

​Norm puts the animals to bed, the first night he was chasing chickens, the goats refused to get out from under the coop so, there they slept. The next day we sealed the goat area in- so we don't have to worry about bears or other attacking them at night. It was last minute but has worked out absolutely fantastic.  It's like a movie.  All the animals GO to bed on their own already - so easily, it shocks us.  The chickens go in the coop and roost-  Norm counts them and locks up.  The goat run around to the door underneath the pen and run in! He locks them in and all is good..  Who knew - not us. We've laughed in amazement at these creatures.  It's proving to really be, the zen den.  We have 2 chairs and we sit & watch & laugh, mostly. Like when Sweet Sativa climbed up the chicken walk and right thru that small door!   Then a chicken came out, then she came out,  then Ginger!  lol  
Ginger - if we let let would live in the coop,  I have to go and physically remove her.
 
It's been a full time job for weeks & now we get to sit & enjoy, that we do!  Yesterday sitting there in silence- just enjoying the moment- we looked around and realized EVERY creature was lying down around us. Every chicken.  Every dog, every goat. Everyone was happily zen, listening to the birds in the heat of the afternoon.  I've never felt mentally healthier or at peace.  Thank you Lord.

I am choosing to stay home !  why leave this Eden?
Norm understands & is o.k. to go.  for the basic grocery run & of course to the lumberyard.
What's not good for mental health,  this mass mask manipulation & confusion - on or off, bull.  Mandatory when in public spaces is mandatory. A large family of tourists  (all you had to  do was watch & listen for a moment to know they were tourists) was walking along haliburton going into stores- not one with a mask. I thought I wonder, where they are from.. what does it matter?  We have no control over others, especially not strangers.  Will our number start o shoot up again like the USA? lets hope not.
The DONkey still in charge, still says it's FAKE news. Is he done yet?  According to the news - anyone can run now- since the bar has been set so high by the current occupant.. yikes. No wonder my Americans friends seem a bit  more 'stressed', these days.  I feel sorry for the USA - which is providing the rest of the world with the impression, it doesn't care about itself  OR each other.   SELF LOVE is key...  they appear to have very little.
Selfish... seems to be more accurate.

Why take a chance?  If they suggest wearing a mask - wear a mask or stay home.
The cartoon is exactly what we said to each other out waiting in LONG lines for stuff we don
t really NEED. Forget that.
Wear a mask & decrease your chances of catching a deadly virus or don't and gamble with your life or the lives of your friends and family. That's the most selfish part...  Those who don't give a crap about others - Like the president of the USA, Eh.  To throw a July 4th celebration ? How many lives dead?

I choose to stay home so I don't see some with & some without I choose self love if I DO go out & WEAR a mask- for others as much as myself. There nothing we 'NEED' that's more important than our health - physical or mental.  Norm is loving the farm- it's obvious & he has built a tiny Eden for our beasts.... changing as the animals let us know  what to change. 
We have no time to wallow or worry, our animals are teaching us much.  & when we have free time- I paint & he builds - what ever he wants.  
​Life is wonderful & both of us are happier than we've been - this is how it's suppose be. Amen & thank you.

The goats are bleeting now, "come out & hang out!!!  It's irresistible.  
I posted a really cute vid on IG & am posting it on the official 'ZEN HEN DEN' page.  Have peek if interested.   Have a lovely hot Canadian day!  It's too hot for a mask- stay home. lol 

With THC & TLC
Georgia 

We watched a documentary on Netflix on Transgender titled: Disclosure.  it was very interesting and a few things 'clicked' especially the part about Bugs bunny- Yes! I get that!  I was & AM still (obviously) inspired by Bugs - No doubts loony toons influenced my growing up to some degree & I relate to Bugs most. I think, I'm nice like BugsBunny (& creative) but don't piss me off or you might hear:  Of course you know.. this means war.        lol

Bugs was a POSITIVE role model for many kids growing up and why should transgender be any different. Bugs would dress & behave as a woman with class, grace, beauty & intelligence. Teaching kids from as young as 5 - 17 , I noticed several times.. this child is different, gay.  I never thought anything else of it, nothing negative - ever. It was obvious to me anyhow, thinking back- I bet it was obvious to the parents too, perhaps they were in denial.  Who cares?  Not me. I do not care about your sexual preference, if you choose to change your appearance - to best suit you.. -AMAZING!  We are created to create- EACH one of us - SHINW- anyway you know how.  Children taught me being gay, homosexual, transgender - was not an option but a way of life for them. Naturally.

As long as a human is not harming another- what business is if ours - how we present ourselves to the world. We have one simple task- choose Joy! Express Joy...  I've come to realize it is an absolute sin to not give thanks for each new day, no matter the situation.  Yesterday was Canada day, it too now comes with past history issues (I need to research further), NOW - in the moment- it represents to me - reminds me - I love the country I live in.  Canada is beautiful & we teach constantly - all can live together- Toronto is the melting pot of the world. That is something to be VERY proud about Canada.  
If you have fears about transgender ( it's the only reason I can think of anyone hating a transgender person) - it's more about confusion.   Watch the documentary.

When it comes to children I do not encourage  'directing' them any way. Honestly I wish they did not see as much as they do on television because I do believe it adds to confusion. All they should be encouraged to do - is create, 'shine' & be nice tiny humans..
Encourage letting them discover for themselves the direction they will go with their own bodies - & loving them & supporting them with the difficult (in many cases) decision.  Lord knows, we all face enough anguish from strangers who do NOT know us but continue to judge us for many reasons.  Anything that makes us want to be better humans should be embraced. 

with TLC & THC
Georgia 

Ginger thinks she's a chicken.

Chickens!  They are good for my mental  health - I leaped out of bed with my new alarm clock at 4:33 - lol  got dressed & ran out to open the chicken door & then that rooster - stayed in until the sun came up 5:30 -lol! Got me - first day.  
I  love them!  

Foghorn Leghorn is my rooster - come on- you must have guest that! I'm only having the one rooster.. when I named him, while sittinging the pen with Norm - I said  (in my Foghorn Leghorn voice) "Hey Boy! I said... Hey Boy - you like that name Foghorn?!" & he ran over to me and we both burst out laughing.  Ginger chasing Gloria (my all black Chicken)  is sure to lose weight- it's very amusing - She doesn't have a chance.  Henny & Penny are Foghorn's ladies...   who knew Chickens would bring so much joy? Me.  
No eggs yet - but lots of laughter.  Norm had the roost in, just in time -  I went out this a.m. and there is Foghorn looking at me from the shelf! & only Gloria was on the roost.
I have CHICKENS!!!

Planning, research, shopping, building, approving, youtubing - oh my  yes, this has been great for my mental health- who has time to wallow when we've got work to do?  Missing Bird this past week was exceptionaly difficult, Gloria let me pat her this morning,  she closed her eyes & I could tell she trust me already... so, that was nice. Happy to have birds.

I've not had time to think - Covid, Trump or racism - which is good because it was really starting to get me down. What the flock is wrong with the USA?  Do they not understand PANDEMIC?    I don't know, but YES - I am very grateful for my chinckens - I've been out taking photos all morning and start my first Foghorn painting today.  Chickens are work too - work I am grateful for, who wants to sit ont he sofa and eat bonbons & watch TV- NOT me - that is NOT living... it's watching.  Waiting for triggers - that control the mind -if they can.
I had a trigger - listening to Canoe radio the other day, usually a segment that shares short stories (which I alwasy enjoy) had a  incredibly judgemental statement about swearing and how you are less of a person IF you swear...  more or less- WOW.  Fuck that.  Again, just an opinion - but who needs those seeds planted?  Why judge someone for swearing- are there NOT far more serious crimes being commited than saying 'Fuck'... yes there fucking are. I went from being in a great mood with a list to do - and went blank after that 'short talk'... I realized why & how it effected me and made up my mind to NOT let it.  
I have chickens to look after, watch & paint.  
What will you focus on - afterall you are in control...

I hear Foghorn calling! Time to rock that rooster with a portrait! lol
 The best thing for mentsl HEALTH is focusing on a new passion - it doesn't have to be chickens- PICK something and become better at it- more knowledgable about it- Your brain will thank you.

Bwaaaak Bwaaak!  
​xox

Mushrooms - Psilocybin are also called: The Golden teachers..  I get it.
What they teach us is a valuable lesson worth more than gold.. they ease suffering.
If you allow them. I only had the one negative experience and I no longer consider it negative.  This week my body told me to microdose... I listened.
During this Covid my psorisis has flared, it's my for sure sign even tho I don't 'think' I'm overly stressed - I'm stressed. It would be unnatural right now if anyone said they've felt no stress the past few months. 

What do Psilocybin teach me?
Every single time: I AM LOVED. I AM enough. Be good to me.
I also FEEL' closest to God - just like when you are at peace in the garden or resting under a tree surrounded by nature and life and love.  Black fly love us- hahaha
Not a human, not books, not PILLS, not food..  a tiny litle mushroom has helped.
Go figure! Who knew!?   God.

God and many others knew - Scientists KNEW in the 50' & 60's. Thank GOD that psilocybin mushrooms are being seen AGAIN for what they are - healing medicine.
I am exceedingly grateful to & for them - nothing has ever helped as much as they have. Believe me or don't I don't care -it's your choice all I can do is share my experiences and you can ponder yourself as to what to do. I can't make you, nor do I want to- It's NO careless buzz'.   When the student is ready the teacher will appear.  
Golden Teacher - thank you.
I am loved.  
They have ALSO allowed me to forgive and constantly encourage: BE here now.

Yesterday was marvelous! We explored our backyard! Holy- I'm so happy to be here. hee hee.  We found our first mushroom of the season, new birds & my new obsession - Mossballs. haha I don't know what Im making but I LOVE moss balls- I just wanna squish them.. Tiny eco systems. I've never been more isolated and more happy in my life...  with the exception of missing my son.
Soon, soon It will be over- or at least nice enough we can have an outdoor visit & picnic!
Honestly, I really don't think we'll see anthing close to Normal again - until 2023.  
I feel from what I've read, it will come back in the fall and am being cautious this summer. 
I hope you do too! 

Want to learn more about the Stoned ape theory - read:
www.goodreads.com/book/show/51660.Food_of_the_Gods
Food of The Gods: Terence McKenna  - food for the brain! 

Have you watched Midnight Gospel on Netflix- WOW.  
Best animated show on television NOW.  Episode 8, had me in tears - you were warned.
Netflix also has a movie/doc. about psilocybin  with a bunch of comedians...
​ 'Have a nice trip' check it out.
I'm pleased they did not make it a "joke".

With TLC & THC & Psilocybin  
​Georgia 

 I've learned a trick to painting better is paint something you really like!  Perhaps that's cats, turtles, cars, comics, imaginary creatures.. fruit or friends!  PICK ONE and focus on the details.  To paint portraits - I like to paint people that I consider interesting, have great faces, make me laugh, are nice humans, have interesting facial features..   ALL of the above.   Occassionally I see a photo that makes me smile - this one of two friends Kevin & Chris, was from a party I missed.  After I saw that photo, I really knew I missed a good time - Hahaha!

It made me laugh out loud for too many reasons to mention. It was a joy to paint -giggling the entire time - then giggling at the anticipation of posting it and having these two "see it" for the first time  - I think they will SMILE.  Don't you? 
I took a bit of artist liberty with the background and removed a lamp real mental photoshop happening.
 
I did show my son and he replied: LMAO - which is Good!  

Focus on imagry that is pleasing to the mind and brings back happy memories and fondness - as I have for these two.  They are two of my favorite people on the planet. lol
Seeing them in this photo cracks me up, EVERY time!
I also filled my home with treasures' & trinkets' not worth millions but each one  makes me smile! It matters. 

Visual triggers are more powerful than people realize  - get rid of anything that upsets you or you associate with negative feelings.  Who needs it? Or don't - the choice is yours.
Nothing 'material' is worth keeping if it causes you pain, mental or physical.
 Toss it and MOVE on.    

Make room for new happy memories.  Surround yourself with love- at every opportunity.
Now, I must decide whom to give it to..  maybe I'll keep it and enjoy it for a while.
​
With TLC & THC
Georgia
Acrylic on wood panel 6 x 6.
​

Pandemic.
I was thrilled to hear Spannabis cancelled this year. Every other year I've been thrilled for all who attend & experience the other side of Cannabis- as my son has now a few times. 
It's good they out people over profits & lead by example.  I don't get it  - NOT putting off EXPO's or events. If you are 'in' an avent & have spent a lot of money - please remember the cost of your health, your friends and famalies health and wait.  
​I remember the excitement of an expo - the 'joint' sharing -    "Can I have a toke?"    No.
No joke.  
I'm not hoarding my weed, I protecting my health.  Saliva and excrement are thought to be two ways to spread this virus.  Now is not the time to share joint.   Wash your hands.

3 weeks- not longer than a vacation for many. It will be interesting to see how this pandemic pans out. ..  I pray it's sorted soon & no more die. I understand after reading about italy - it's simply a matter of too many sick too fast & not enough hospital equiptment to help them. I'm sure decisions are being made all around the world now that are NOT easy for many involved.  wow.

Peacefully Painting.. pups tired from chasing rascals in the snow. I've got a skillet on the wood stove heating lunch!  Life is good... I'm grateful for each day!!
Norms busy planning the shop he has to build & there is forever something to do.. he's thrilled tho.  Happy to be doing it, hard to believe he is DONE with work, driving to the city everyday for .. 30 years+. 

Up here, where I saw a black wolf in our woods - surrounded by snow - its easy to forget the sickness.  I am self isolating from all of my friends who travel.   lol  
This includes my son, who is so busy he cant visit anyhow.  I pray for him constantly.
Call your moms - they are worried about you. 

A new spinner next & mental health awareness.
Check out this slacker doggo below..
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