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Croissants for [blissmiss]! We have croissants for [blissmiss] here! [+] |
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cabin with a veranda next to a creek...
we can smuggle you across... |
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I vote to not expiry this. This place could always use a little more kindness. |
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Hey Blissy! If you're up for a road trip and you can make your way up the left coast, we're heading off for a visit with 2 fries in a week or so. Pretty sure we can make room for one more in the RV... |
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There's always the hollowed out log method.
Nobody ever seems to want to take me up on that though. |
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Take a warm second bun, lucky #13! |
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If it's too hot where you are Blissy, I can offer some cool, rainy respite. |
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What's that, Randy? Are you thinking about building a log ride on your property now? Count me in!! |
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Uh-oh. Maybe I shouldn't be putting ideas into your head. We can hardly wait to see you guys again and marvel at what you have done to the place!! |
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No there's a section of the Kettle river which enters the States and then snakes back into Canada again for a bit before heading back south. [link] |
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If I were in the smuggling business I would use hollowed out logs with transponders on a timer to transport goods and money back and forth across the border. |
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I really need to get out more... |
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Hmm... a quick look back shows the last anno from [blissmiss] was on July 14. How long is a respectful/appropriate time to wait before we call International Rescue? |
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I have checked her facebook page and she seems to be ok. Everyone needs a break now and then… |
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Earning my love is not so cheap! hahahahahahaha |
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Now you've gone and made me cry. I've really
never felt so special. Xtine came and drug me
out of my grieving and pushed me towards
moving on. I recently lost 2 very dear people in
my life, one right after the other. One was the
Matriarch of my family, the other was from
this sorta-half-a-family, here. |
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As we age, as many here know, friends and the
dearest of your family members begin to leave
this plane rather suddenly, one by one.
Part of the cycle of life, I know, but that doesn't make
grieving any less painful. |
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Thank you to those who have brightened this
difficult time, and for some you have been
adding so much joy to my life longer than I
can even remember. Also for those offering me a place to relocate to, in a different country where human rights actually mean something, I can't thank you enough. I'm going to work now on some kind of magical way to get there, because flying is less and less an option. |
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I can't leave without thanking our incredibly
patient and tolerant leader, jutta. I've no idea
why we are all here, but for as long as we are
let's celebrate every damn day, and dance, and for sure let those endless possibilities of brilliant ideas live on forever.
Even if they only exist here, and in our minds,they have made life so much more bearable during the really challenging times, of which there have been many. |
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Thank you, Voice, for making me feel seen. It's nice, and it's rare, so thank you again. |
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Yay Blissy alive and well! Thanks for stopping in and easing everyone’s worry. Though I saw all your Wordle scores and figured you were at least OK. |
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I, too have lost two very dear friends in the last four months. It’s not easy as I am getting old and have outlived a bunch of my friends already. I think I have learned to accept grief a little better since both my parents died in the past few years also. I am one who believes we have another life after this! Blessings and hugs to you my dear. |
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Here's something to cheer you up Blissy. |
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Thank you so much, good doc. AND "VOICE". |
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Weirdly, we tend always to think the really bad stuff in our life, when It's happening, is the worst thing that could ever happen.
Watching your mother-in-law's funeral online now seems like a nightmare, a dream. Sad, but buried with the body of my beautiful Jewish mother. (I'm glad now, she loved her heritage so much, and this hideous war would have made her sick to her stomach.) |
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Losing the closest being I've ever had in my life for a decade hurts like that. It's beyond measurement. |
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But think about it...The toddlers that were raped and burned to death by Hamas, and their parents are grieving as well. (That in and of itself was the darkest sadness I have ever known. Suicidal dark.) |
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Is there a grief monitor? Can there be a big sign that says "Don't Worry, you have hit the highest number on the grief scale everything will be better because just like a thermometer, your baby's temp can't go above 106 degrees. |
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The same goes for the grief monitor, When you hit the deepest grief anyone can experience? It can only be the same or better when you hit that sign. |
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I hear you Blissy. I was just talking about dealing with grief yesterday to a friend, ironically about the rules I've tried to apply to myself in dealing with loss of a loved one. At my ex wife's funeral I had vowed to be stoic and dignified in saying goodbye but as I walked up to her coffin I lost it. I didn't break down and start sobbing, at least not on the outside, but rather than silently saying something heartfelt and poetic my soul imploded when I saw her laying there. I turned around and covered my face as I walked out in shame. I vowed never to face death with such weakness ever again. |
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Years later when I held my dying father's hand and and urged him to fight on, I didn't shed a tear because this time I was prepared, I knew what death looked like. I promised myself I would not disgrace myself in front of my brave warrior father as I said that final goodbye. I told myself that the blood of a thousand warriors pulses through my veins and I will not dishonor my heritage. But as the hospital machines and monitors hooked up to him started alarming and flashing, I realized that my urging him to hold on, to keep fighting was selfish of me and I needed to think about him and not myself. One of the nurses hit a button and the machines went silent, showing me the reality of the situation. I told dad it was okay, he could stop fighting now. "It's okay dad. It's okay." My father never told me he loved me, but he didn't have to, he had always showed it. But this one time, when I said "I love you dad" he said "I love you too." And as I held his hand, he closed his eyes and went to sleep. |
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Days later I was at the house I grew up in cleaning up and a falcon was a few feet away from me sitting on the branch of a small tree about 6 feet high staring at me with those falcon eyes, the same eyes my father would look at me with when saying "Are you done being weak? When you're ready to pull yourself together and be a man let me know." I was talking to my wife on the phone at the time and kiddingly said "Hey, it's dad!" Don't worry dad, I'll take care of the family from here on! I've got this!" His eyes gave me that piercing falcon gaze and as I waved at it and smiled, it flew away. Could have been "her eyes" could have been a girl falcon, don't know much about falcons. |
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Anyway, I've never noticed a falcon in that neighborhood flying overhead much less sitting a few feet above the ground on a small tree and staring at me from a few feet away. I'm sure it was just a coincidence but I thought it was poetic. |
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Probably said too much for this forum. We have a baby in the family having heart surgery today and I'm kind of on a weird level. Anyway, I see somebody reaching out I'm gonna reach back, even in the middle of a storm. |
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I'll meet you at Branstoke Ladder near Swavesdale Regis |
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Doc, you were supposed to say something lighthearted, something that would lift this veil of sadness. The story of your father is one of the sweetest I've heard. And because I worked in Hospice for years, I sat and listened to many families struggling with letting go. It takes balls, that's all I can say, to open your heart on your Father's deathbed and put it all out there in that moment. And it was forever now a fact, your Father loved you. How touching. |
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2 fries, is that offer to move up there still standing? Times I'm getting so ready to leave, and now with no kitty, I can travel again. Silver Lining. |
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Blissy, I hear you, but there’s been a lot more death and horror in my life than I care to discuss here. The only way I’ve been able to deal with it is to look it square in the eye and say “That all you got?”. You grow up where I did you show any weakness your problems have just begun. |
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I tried giving in to the sadness once. I found myself simply going through the motions and waiting to die, so I just picked myself up and got back into the arena. If you’re a gladiator and you’re defeated in battle, at least you went down as a gladiator. So since life is a battle anyway, and surrender isn’t an option, I figured I may as well face up to it, stare it down, let it pass then move on. |
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But that’s my way, dealing with pain is different for everyone. On a more positive note, I care and hope you do well. |
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So that being said, I’ll now lift the veil of sadness hanging over me for the last few days. |
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The baby survived her heart surgery. She’s alive. |
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Blessings for the baby, [dr3]. |
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What baby? Did you have a baby and then, said baby, had surgery? Whoa serious stuff. Why on Earth didn't you shut me up whining about my Frisco? I'm so sorry. I hope he lives a happy, cute-as-a-button life. |
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My niece’s first baby. They’re gradually weaning her off the various life support machines, mainly the respirator now but she's increasingly breathing on her own. She’s a fighter. (See link) |
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//2 fries, is that offer to move up there still standing?// |
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Aw crap [bliss]. A collapsed building has put me two years behind schedule. |
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How good are you with a hammer? |
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