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No Problem

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.

BM Vap 01

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.

BM Vap 02

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 2nd one was because the 1st 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.

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 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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The Rainbow Connection

I got out for a walk last evening and found me a rainbow.

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I like rainbows, one from Jersey and one from Niagara Falls.

Here in the City it looked like the rainbow sprung from one building and touched down on a different building. You decide which is which.

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I wasn’t the only person grabbing a few shots of the rainbow. Ran in to someone I know and suggested they have a walk around the corner to see what I just told you, roof to roof.

Standing there watching the rainbow, sure it made me think of Kermit.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WS3Lkc6Gzlk

It also made me think that maybe it was 2 rainbows with a common beginning or end, you decide.

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G.R. Hambley ©
August 14, 2018

Cowardly and Illegal

Cowardly and Illegal

One of the community friendlies stopped to speak with me in a coffee spot. We know each other to smile and nod. The personable “I know you as part of my community” stuff that personable people do.

It was related to me that this individual had their bicycle stolen. Three locks cut right off the bike rack of their car which was in their condo parking spot and stolen.

I was being asked to do something if I saw the bike. I noted that risking a confrontation could lead to violence and it isn’t worth it over a bike.

We talked about policing in Toronto. Naturally enough, this person wasn’t pleased and to a degree, understandable. This person went further with their distaste for the police. I was rebutting with what Toronto’s finest must cope with in violent crime among other things.

The individual went on to tell me they were going to a 50th anniversary party that night.

The party was for an individual who was marking 50 years as a draft dodger.

There were a goodly number of low frequency words used by me to illustrate my disgust. None of the words I used were curses.

The individual brought up the politics and I cut that short with the politics of the Viet Nam war are a different argument and I don’t disagree with the futility geo and political of that police action that became a war.

Dodging the draft is an absolute hot button for me. You are a coward.

There is no argument “for” the dodging the draft and I told the individual so. I explained my reasoning, directly.

There is a level of service in my family. The small piece I have is just a scratch compared to others in my family and the good people who serve and have stood in service to our countries. Yes countries, I have American family who have served.

Along with being draft dodgers, they’re illegals. I have zero tolerance for both. Draft dodgers are also illegal aliens, period end of story. Neither will ever be welcomed by me in my Canada. I’m far from the minority on this one.

It is my position that all illegals should be returned to their country of origin so naturally that includes draft dodgers.

There is a status of “Conscientious Objector”.  The “CO” was used by Cassius Clay and you probably know him better as Muhammad Ali. You can if you care to, research what it cost Ali to take the position he did.

These are all good pieces.

My Time as a Vietnam War-era Conscientious Objector

A Conscientious Objector in a War Zone

Muhammad Ali: the world’s ‘greatest’ conscientious objector

The point is that these individuals didn’t turn their backs to their country and run!

I also said to the individual I was speaking with that the person celebrating his 50th anniversary of the dodge is a coward.  There were avenues and I fucking grant you that Leavenworth isn’t exactly palatable but…

G.R. Hambley ©
July 09, 2018

A Shot or Twelve

A Shot or Twelve

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

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.

Z Story June 20 004I’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,

Z Story June 20 007As 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 4th 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

Still Peckish

Still Peckish

 

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G.R. Hambley June 08, 2018 ©

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Orwellian Studies No. 1

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 sStudies Orwell Fini 01signs 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.

Starbucks SensitivityThere 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.

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

G.R. Hambley ©
June 06, 2019

All images are my own.

 

Psychedelic Psunday FINI?!

Psychedelic Psunday

ADDENDUM MAY 27 (early), 2018
I heard yesterday, after this piece was already scheduled for posting that today is the last show. We are going to need a top 500 list from Pschedelic Psunday!

“Good Friend” is more of an aficionado of the “Theme Song” than I am and did ask if I was going to have to live in monochrome. To which I replied that there is only 1 thing I can say to that and it does qualify for this spot with a 1973 release date…. KODACHROME

And as I start this little tale up, my coffee spot has a staple of “Psychedelic Psunday” playing, “Ooh La La, The Faces”. A little Ronnie Wood on YouTube for you. This one will get you to the original on Spotify.

From the beginning…
You could of course hop over to the Mighty Q and listen to what they got going on.

The wiki regarding Psychedelic Psunday needs updated. It starts at noon now.

The art. I was working on an image and as I told “Good Friend”, I screwed up right on this one. I didn’t select everything I wanted thinking I had and when I made the new image, the mask is pretty much what my copy got.

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I sent the capture along to “Good Friend” who responded with, “This is you on Psychedeic Sunday isn’t it?”.  I agreed and said, “That’s actually a good idea”.

Yes I added some touches from my repertoire to make it exactly to my liking and added the word imagery. Exactly to mu liking can be construed as perfect, to me.

Y’all are seeing what a friend triggered with a little banter. I probably wouldn’t have thought of giving the piece a tie to how much I enjoy the Radio on Psunday afternoon.

If you want to use the image as a desktop background, feel free. If you can stand me looking at you all the time that is.

G.R. Hambley May 27, 2018 ©

 

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

 

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G.R. Hambley May 25, 2018 ©

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Obelisk

Obelisk

Majik moments, the making there of, not for the feint, of heart
Yes, you can call those moments grand illusion or a fool’s delusion
Por those of us that embrace the alchemy, we know no constraint
One, two, three and sometimes four, creating ripples in your mind

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Roving places in space from now to then and to where… now hasn’t been
Take from there, bring to here, leaving trails of discombobulation
Area spatial has consequence not for those of a true heart’s majik
Land of Lilliput awaits those unlucky souls chosen by me

G.R. Hambley ©
May 16,2018

When Stars Collide

When Stars Collide

Burning bright, white hot trails of cold cold light
Shooting stars blazing their way through the night
Lovers and other strangers catching the show

Spectacle watching, the criss-crossing dreadnaughts
The seeing stops when lips get caught
Heads turn, something in that cosmic flow

Fiery chains erupting in every hue
One struck down, exploding in to view
Heads turn to where a celestial glows

Fini, maybe…

G.R. Hambley ©
May 09, 2018