No Problem

I asked someone the other day to pull my finger and they did, after I explained why.

I’ve been forthcoming with what I do, like, dislike about my health care.

I went to the pharmacy I use after seeing my Doctor the other day and on this visit the injection regime included cortisone for my hand. That was why I needed my finger pulled the next day; think traction.

Currently I’m having to use 2 hands to do some of the things on the keyboard that I would do with one hand.

As a point of information, I have one digit on my left hand that works correctly and if you’d care to see that digit, lemme know.

I take pharmaceutical marijuana (Cesamet/Nabilone), when it can be had. The pharmacy tells me there is a supply line problem, again/still. I said, “no problem”.

The pharmacy I deal with is terrific. Good at their job, personable and genuinely caring. No, it is not a name brand box store pharmacy.

We’ve discussed the problem before and I have made my pharmacy aware of the things I’ve done. What I’ve done is get my medical marijuana card in order and bought an herb vaporizer.

I’ve stated this position previously and I’ll state it again, it is my opinion that “Medical Marijuana” be in the hands of the pharmacies. They have your prescription records and will be aware of interactions your recreational seller won’t have or even care about. It isn’t up to those sellers or anyone, to manage your recreation.

Only in the legislative world do 0.5 and 0.5 not add up to 1.0.

The numbers are capsule dosages in milligrams. One of the two items I take is a controlled substance (not narcotic), the prescription language is critical. The pharmacy just can’t give you 2 of the 0.5’s to make a 1.0 because of the language in the legislation. I know, beyond stupid.

This is what I purchased to ensure that if the supply line falters, I’m good.

I picked this herb vaporiser for aroma therapy after doing my homework. I’m a teacher, I don’t just give homework, I do it. Doing your homework is one of those things you can’t go and “Leave It Alone”.

My morality says if you are walking down the street with a joint or can of beer or bottle of hard fruit drink, in your hand you are wrong. I will view you as selfish and inconsiderate. There are others and most importantly the kids to consider.

Something else I’ve said repeatedly is that if you’re discreet, all the world is a bedroom. When you pass others you’re just someone with a vape and you’ll get the nods and the smiles from the people you pass. No reason all the world can’t be personable too.

So why the “Black Mamba” for me, the cost, design, capacity and battery life fit the bill. I’m brand new to vape and wanted to make sure I was pleased with vaping and would stick with a vaping device.

Black Mamba Review

The review says the device is a tad cumbersome, but I disagree. A couple of my friends have held the device and they like me. Love how it feels in your hand. It’s kind of like holding a remote.

You are not taking in burning plant material. You can if you aren’t a huff and puff output nothing. No big vape clouds that absolutely no one likes to walk through.

You wouldn’t know what I was intaking or outputting if I was standing beside you. That works just fine for me. I take the device for an evening walk and being an old person, the odd red light that I meet, I don’t mind one bit. People standing beside me waiting for the light to change, they don’t know, and I don’t intake, just in case a little gets out.

I prefer the new way to the old burn it up way.

I am completely satisfied with my purchase.

My purchase, the vaporizer I now have is my 2^nd one was because the 1^st one had a mechanical problem.

I bought mine from “Highgarden Store”. The vendor was fantastic before and after the defective device. When purchasing I went the extra and took expedited shipping. The order confirmation looked like the package would come regular shipping. I contacted Highgarden and they expedited.

When the vaporiser malfunctioned, I contacted “Highgarden” the matter was resolved fast. I’m impressed with this vendor.

Once again when there was a problem, there was no problem.

I have found to my delight with judicious use of this aroma therapy device I can reduce the prescribed pharmaceuticals. Of the 2 I take, the non-controlled substance, Gabapentin, it’s nasty for me.

 I’ve also been introduced to well done edibles. Real food not just candies and dessert.

They’re helping some with appetite. I still don’t have much of one. The weight takes another small drop but, on the upside, I finally made that 168 pound weight I was trying to make when I was 16. I’m just a shadow of myself.

 I talk about all these things with my Doctors. Working with them is what keeps the machine that is me turning over as best it can.

Some as they age grow rounder while others get slimmer. I’m good, so how the weight goes in the moment is no problem.

Here I go adding on again which is also no problem. When I do a piece and especially so with a narrative, I put in my vault for delivery the next day. It gives me time to ensure I’m satisfied with what I’ve written before going public.

Last evening after this piece had been put in the vault I was heading home with my delivery mechanism in hand. I cross the street and stop to wait for the light to change. I see a woman coming across the street with her small dog in her arms. Yes folks I do prefer the models that can walk but hey, to each their own.

She sees I’ve got a crooked smile grin on and I’m amused. She can see I’m not noticing judgementally. She smiles back and laughs a little bit in the what are you gonna do way. Get across before the light changes so you pick up the dog.

It was a funny personable moment in my community and we both appreciated it and yes I’m laughing a little thinking about it.

Folks, if I have a joint in my hand that little personable moment in the big city doesn’t happen. If I have a beer or joint in my hand, instead of being disarmed and comfortable, the woman with the dog is going to be on guard and that amused smile is probably going to be perceived as a sarcastic smile.

Changes are coming by legislation and people must adapt to the change. No one says you have to like it but you do have to respect it.

I was talking with one of my community friendlies this morning and we yacked about a number of things in the community and in current events.

How we got to me showing and telling about my device is irrelevant or I’m just not going to tell you how we got there. Trust that when I tell you there is nothing in our conversation that would make you titter or tilt.

My community friendly noted I’m pretty liberal. I did tell the person “yes, I am” and I have more liberality in my little finger than all of the Liberal Parties in Canada.

We agree on discretion and consideration and freedom of rights and choices.

We got no problem.

G.R. Hambley ©
August 16, 2018

 

 

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ADDENDUM: Leave It Alone

I got a comment by email off my “Leave It Alone” piece and I’ll get to that at the end.

It doesn’t look like much does it.

In the spring it was a stump. It was a stump for months and I wondered why the city didn’t do something with the remains. Maybe etch a chess and checker board in to the stump for community use.

About a month ago I noticed the growth. You can see the cut line. The stump found a way to life after having been left alone.

You can see the stump when it was a dead tree in this photograph that I used in my “7 Day B&W Challenge“.

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Here is the comment I received by email.

Name: BOG
Email: removed by me G.R. cuz I’m that kind of guy.
Website:
Comment: Leave it alone or just too lazy to go out and get a haircut

I wondered what “BOG” stood for and came up with a couple things that acronym could be. How about, “Bald Old Guy” or maybe, “Bitter Old Girl”.

I have stated before I am an equalist and as such, an equal opportunity offender.

It clicked in what “BOG” is and what BOG is and that is a Conservative of the Alt Right! This is how the quieter ones show their disapproval. Think of it along the lines of a back handed compliment.

I love that I am not affiliated with any RITE! More importantly maybe, I know when to leave shit alone!

G.R. Hambley ©
August 15, 2018

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Leave It Alone

Here in the age of “Instant Gratification”, my hair is the example.

Back in April I was asked by a man of about my age as I was in line to get in to a Blue Jays game, “How do you get hair like that?”.

I said to him, “Just leave it alone, it’ll” grow.

My hair is always clean and so is the rest of me. I’ll grant you that it wasn’t the best looking when the hair wasn’t in a pony tail.

The hair got left alone to grow. No micro cuts along the way. My hair reached a length where it was getting difficult to brush because my arms weren’t long enough. Past time to get the cut.

Some of my community friendlies have noticed the cut and commented. Said the same to those people, I had to leave it alone until it reached the point I could do with it what I wanted with it.

This is about change and adapting. Most changes do not take place over night and we all know this.

Change is also about patience. Being patient enough to let the evolution take place.

I saw this on my walk last night. Showing off or pride of accomplishment? Don’t know but the licence plate says accomplishment.

Start it up, pay attention and leave it alone. What ever “IT” is It’ll grow and it’ll work out according to plan, maybe.

G.R. Hambley ©
August 12, 2018

 

 

 

 

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A Shot or Twelve

I get nerve blocker shots every week. This journey in pain management takes place on June 19^th.

I’m never in good humour on a shots day. My “snarkasm” level is high. Snarkasn is a couple steps above sarcasm. I’m agitated. I’ve related this adventure to people and a few wonder how I do this all the time, my response (with a look) is how can I not.

I’m making my way over to the docs OFFICE and it occurred to me that I haven’t shown the other side (East side) of the Market. I’m usually on the west side when I’m there, afternoon sun thing. The west side has two levels, so you can be out of the sun if you care to,

As I get to the office one of the good coffee elves was coming the other way. We chat a bit and I wasn’t pleased that the elf didn’t care to change places with me for an hour. The elf was forgiven later in the day.

On checking in, reception tells me they’re running half an hour late. This adds to the already giant pain in the ass that I already have. If I say I have a “PITA”, it is usually a literal “Pain In The Ass” and not figurative.

I don’t even count how many shots I get at each session anymore. It was 10 or 12 shots. It’ll be the same give or take a couple next week, and the next week…

I do the exit blood pressure check set my next couple appointments and leave.

It’s now past 1:00 pm and with the Market being so close, I know where I’m headed for lunch.

I’ve touted the Market and its Fare before. It was always the savoury. On this day I decided lunch was going to be a dessert. I went critical thinking on this when I saw the selections as I was cutting through to get to the upper west side picnic tables.

Eve’s Temptations and these are just a few!

Having availed my self of one of Eve;s baked goods and a fork I headed for the sunshine.

There are a few late lunchers scattered around and plenty f space to be somewhat solitary. A place to relax and enjoy the peace.

Yes this is the city core. Yes there are city noises that are usual and unobtrusive. The burbs and the boons got there sounds too, I’ve never been a fan of that high tension wire whine.

I pick my spot and make myself comfortable with my “Strawberry Rhubarb Crumble” and Ginger Beer.

After that little slice of delicious I pull out my book and start thinking about poetry.

I truly hope as an artist and teacher cursive writing is never lost. My penmanship isn’t anything to write anyone about and I love it.

Writing, especially by hand, involves a lot of not looking at the page. I do not like strike outs in my handwritten pieces. Each line and how it works with the direction of the piece is considered. When I put the line down that’s how it stays.

I had put my pen down and was looking around. Not really seeing and not really missing anything I’m seeing. The art of paying attention and not if you like.

I see one of my community friendlies coming my way and the individual stops when they get to my table. We wind up in a discussion about relationships and examining things from a different perspective. We talked about the emotionality of the matter. The triggers and drivers of behaviour and what may be trying to be accomplished.

It isn’t always easy to step outside yourself when you’ve been wounded. Sometimes we all need to bounce off another person.

I’m pleased to say that my friend went away in a much better frame of mind than when they arrived.

Me, I went back and added the 4^th line to what I’m working on before toddling off.

The poetry started in the sunshine and it shall finish in the sunshine.

G.R. Hambley ©
June 25, 2018

Orwellian Studies No. 1

This morning as I’m going in to my coffee spot I encountered signs, two of them to be precise. Those two ssigns were an easy jump in to something else I’m working on.

In the moment and I’ve been saying it for a couple decades, Orwell missed by 50 years. Part of my reasoning that Orwell missed by 50 years you can see in my “Jacked In” piece.

It only took Microsoft a shade over 20 years to learn they erred, grievously.

The first one, a sign for the good service elves who take good care of the patrons. All of the patrons and not just the regulars they come to know.

When I first saw the sign I thought to myself , hey their concerns have reached across the 49th parallel. I understand this is more in their dealings with each other than with the customers.

There are only 2 places you meet people and 2 places only. At work and in your activities. That’s it.

Sexual Harassment without question is a problem and it is wrong. Telling people whom they can and can’t express an interest is also without question blatantly wrong. I feel for people who have encountered someone and harbour a genuine interest

The way I see it, if you have a genuine interest you have two options and two options only. You can move and persue a relationship or you can suppress.

The other sign was the tour bus of Ontario’s PC Leader. Not the first time I’ve seen that bus. I haven’t seen the Leaders of the sitting Liberals or of the NDP at all.

 

Again a government has displayed it’s totalitarian disdain for the people and the people have been cast in to having to vote strategically to remove the blight. Having to vote strategically because of what these fools have brought upon themselves.

All of the parties want the acquiescence of the people. They are all the same.

The best person for my riding may be the Liberal. Sorry Charlie, no vote for you!

This is how I see it going tomorrow.

The PC’s will be given a mandate by the voters. Whether it will be a majority or minority I’m just not certain. If I have to pick one, I say majority.

The Ontario election is tomorrow and I encourage everyone to get out and be relevant. Go vote.

G.R. Hambley ©
June 06, 2019

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Yah Think!?

There are changes taking place so that PC speech will recognize all facets of speech and not just what the hyper-sensitive ilk insist on hearing.

Yes, sometimes the hardest part is coming up with a title!

Yah Think!?

Supposedly well trained liberal minds recognize pain’s exhortations
Accounting of no accountability sails majestically in to the sea of pique
Recounting the voyage of the “I did damned well”, without humility
Coarse course corrections have been evaluated and plotted
Another not quite so fine production performance of the Bard’s work
Sherlock’s awareness solicits a defecation notification
Modicum of decorum, no; tempered yes, with fire, as required

 

G.R. Hambley May 25, 2018 ©

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Learning Modality

I came across a short learning modality questionnaire, “The VARK”.

I also did a second short questionnaire on, “Teachers and Trainers. My personal result and teaching style result don’t surprise me as I already knew I am of multimodality.

The way in which each of us learn best.

What I find interesting in my returns is that my learning method is different than my teaching method.

For me learning is “read/do” and teaching is “see/do”. This makes sense to me. I was in a trade where see/do is significant for the learning apprentice.

We are not always going to have what are learning delivered to us in the style we like it best. When that happens, is we have to pay closer attention to the material we are learning.

Do the questionnaire and find out what your modality is. Do it with your kids and discover what works best for them and where you’ll have to give or get help.

Temet Nosce, is Latin for “Know Thy Self”. Knowing what works best for you and doesn’t aint a bad thing at all.

G.R. Hambley ©
April 29, 2018

Dear World – Addendum

Yesterday at Ye Olde Coffee spot I encountered one of the young women from my piece, “Dear World, Some Of The Kids Are Alright”. Pleasantries, how are you, what’s going on, usual within the community friendly shit.

When I was packing up to leave we talked for a minute and I pointed her to the piece I wrote. She was enthused and from what my stats say, went and read me and thought enough of the piece to pass it along to others.

She’s in exam season and the way I put it is, “these are the playoffs, do the work and get your rest”.

The kid says she’s good and I believe her. She’s practiced, she’s as confidant as she can be. She knows her stuff and yes I did detect a little exam anxiety and it seems from the interlude, her anxiety is in the boundaries of what most people feel.

I also said to her that I think she is probably going to be like me, a life long learner. She thinks so too and that is so good!

The young lady assured me she’s doing just that and not doing all nighters (paraphrasing) because it knocks her off stride.

When I see her next, I’ll thank her and let her know that some of the kids are more than alright.

G.R. Hambley ©
April 09, 2018

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I Love This Card!

I’ve played my “English Teacher” card a few times and I like it!

I too, officially, can be a grammar snob and a giant keeper of the word PITA, pain in the ass. I was that way prior to getting the English Teacher Designation and higher education made it official.

If I say it, I’m correct, you’re just not, so stop it! Great fun!

Shortly after I passed the assessment that gave me the, “I’m a teacher” designation a good friend who is not a native speaker of English showed me the assignment their child was given. I told my friend I really liked the kid’s thought process on one of the questions and I knew where the smartass on that answer originated.

Nice parenting indeed! That was an honest statement and not a facetious one. A little clowning with humour aint a bad thing at all. I enjoy it, in small doses.

What really got my attention was the error in one of the questions. The assignment is a “Cloze”, fill in the blanks.

That 4.2 was shown to a couple friends who went, “What, that isn’t right” but didn’t peg the error in the moment. English is a strange thing.

Question 4.2 was shown to the parent who did return me a correct response and I trust will for ever more realize their ESL is just fine.

Playing the “English Teacher” card on that little exchange was satisfying!

I have been asked to chime in from my exalted position on several occasions as well. One of them was just identifying the word being sought and the word needed, “Voracious” was already in my vocabulary before my anointment

What isn’t satisfying is when the card plays me. I’m not sure I care for this behaviour even though it’s my own damn fault for getting the edumucation. Not a typo.

I haven’t had the same “Sarcaustic” feel to some of my opinionated pieces. I and “Good Friend” were disappointed to find that my new word was already on “Urban Dictionary” when I unleashed it. Damn! GSTA I suppose. Great Smartasses Think Alike.

All said and done, this old cunning linguist is more so and loves it!

G.R. Hambley ©
January 22, 2018

It’s A New Year?!

I wake this morning and I am now in my 60^th year on this little blue planet 3^rd from the sun. Doesn’t feel much different than yesteryear but it is!

It’s so cold in this country the Calgary Zoo took the Penguins inside. Yet, I go out and forage coffee. Priorities my good reader, priorities. Writing can not be done without coffee. No it can’t, hush yourself!

Last year and in previous years, I would write in two things at the same time, narrative and poetry. This behaviour has continued in to this year I’m pleased to say.

Sneak peek of the poetry… it aint close to there yet!

Should’ve taken the umbrella because it looks like pain
I can see and it looks like you’re headed for hell
I see it’s not a place where you’re going to fare well
You can trust me because everyone knows I’m insane

It’s good to be me!

Here in Ontario, I’m expecting it to be frigid until June 7^th. Gonna get real warm that day, and if you’re of the liberally minded RITE, I don’t see you liking it one damn bit.

I took a cab late last year and the driver was real sociable. For all you immigrants, just because I’m Canadian it doesn’t mean I like frickin’ winter! I like winter in the country where it’s pretty. I like winter in California where you go visit the snow! Been there, done that, short pants 70-degree weather.

Winter in the city is mostly ugly. The snow don’t stay as it was purely driven very long.

This narrative interlude is complete. Poetry is staring me in the face. Word!

G.R. Hambley 01/01/2018 ©