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Happy Birthday Harry …

Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince

It’s my birthday today. And it’s Harry’s birthday as well.

My new high dunks are on their way here in the mail.

It was a good day. I got the next installment of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows pt. 1 for my birthday from hubby, so we will be watching that this evening while chowing down on KFC !!!

Loves me some KFC.

I got out to Sunday Nighter’s tonight for a meeting. Since it is the last Sunday of the month, we were reading from the 12 and 12 and since it is the seventh month, we read the Seventh Tradition.

“Every AA group ought to be fully self supporting declining outside contributions.”

The room was full and the discussion went the entire period. I didn’t stay for the second speaker meeting as we are going to start the party here shortly, that is after Big Brother is over with.

That’s all for right now.

More to come, stay tuned …

The Neville Connection …

Courtesy: Matthew Lewis Fans

Otherwise known as Neville Longbottom

And as soon as I hit publish and got up from my chair I saw lightening flash in the sky and the rain began to fall…

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If you are a Harry Potter head like me, you have read all the books and now, probably seen all the movies and then some.

Over the last few months I have read and re-read book seven enough that I had to re-glue the book back together because my copy is all bent backwards and forwards.

I decided to go back and re-read the other books going backwards. So first was Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, The Order of the Phoenix and lastly, The Goblet of Fire.

There is a distinct change in writing styles from Goblet into the Order and on into the Half Blood Prince and the Deathly Hallows. Harry as a young teenager in the Goblet is written in such a way that they are still explaining things to him through the story and introducing new characters who will play greater roles in Harry’s life later on in the successive books.

Long Long ago if you followed along on the websites and J.K.’s notes about the characters, The Prophecy spoke about a boy born at the end of July who would battle the Dark Lord and have powers that he had not.

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As Snape was apprehended before the full prophecy could be made, only part of the prophecy was reported to Voldemort. Oddly enough, the prophecy could have referred to one of two people born at the end of July, later known to be Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom. Though the prophecy could have referred to either Potter, a half-blood, or Longbottom, a pure blood, Voldemort decided that it was the child of James and Lily Potter to whom the prophecy was referring. Shocked by Voldemort’s decision, Snape hastened to Dumbledore and explained that Voldemort had come to the conclusion that the Potters’ child was his would-be vanquisher, and had vowed to kill him. Snape also confessed his longtime love for Harry’s mother, Lily, and offered Dumbledore his loyalty in exchange for her protection.

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You would know that Neville is the other boy that could have taken his spot in the story instead of Harry, had Voldemort gone after him rather than Harry. And it comes to pass that Neville’s parents are tortured by the Lestrange’s using the cruciatus curse and driven mad in the process and that they live at St. Mungos hospital for magical maladies.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches … born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies … and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not … and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives … the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies …
—Prophecy made to Albus Dumbledore by Sybill Trelawney

It was in the Goblet that Harry learns about Neville’s parents, but not yet who their torturers were. Dumbledore tells Harry not to tell anyone, that it would be Neville’s right to tell who he needs to tell. And Harry carries this memory forwards in the story.

In The Order of the Phoenix, Harry has his vision of Mr. Weasley getting attacked by the snake and ends up in St. Mungo’s over the holidays. And on one occasion Harry, Hermione and Ron are visiting Ron’s father and they happen across the long term living floor where Gilderoy Lockheart is living, and they also happen across a young Neville visiting his parents on the ward on Christmas. It is then that we see just how terrible Neville’s suffering is having his parents alive but unable to recognize him while he is there with his grandmother.

Harry is faced with a truth that while his parents were killed by Voldemort trying to save him, Neville’s parents still live, although insane from torture. Harry learns just how much several of his friends have been impacted by Voldemort’s cruelty and evil.

Harry then shares the secret with Hermione and Ron about Neville’s parents. It is part of the story that Dumbledore tells Harry continuously that he should share what he has learned with them as the story progresses.They are always kept in Harry confidences.

There are other secrets that come to light throughout the earlier books that are finally explained in the seventh and final book. In The Half Blood Prince, Harry and Dumbledore visit the gaunt shack several times throughout Tom’s life to see several memories that have been collected.


If you read The Goblet of Fire now, after reading all the other books and you go back, the story opens with Voldemort finding himself in the old manor house where he kills his father and grandparents and also the old caretaker of the manor house who happens upon Voldemort and Wormtail. That is one piece of the story that is introduced well early of its placement later on in the time line.

This is one memory that stands alone and is never really rectified where Tom was never totally connected to the deaths of his father and grandparents, but Dumbledore suspects that it was a magical death. And here in Book four, the Goblet, the story plays out for us on the pages, directly from the memory played out in the Half Blood Prince.

At the end of the Goblet where the Dark Lord rises, you learn who the Death Eaters are that return to him after his resurrection and those death eaters later play a crucial role in the Deathly Hallows. Harry is able to name them to Dumbledore back in his office after returning from Little Hangelton.

The graveyard of Little Hangleton is where Voldemort’s father and granparents are buried near the manor house of the same name exist in the Goblet and are mentioned in the Half Blood Prince when Dumbledore introduces this memory of the killing of Tom’s father and his parents.

You get introduced to many characters who take on greater roles in the story later on in the Goblet of Fire. Harry begins to run across Horcruxes in the Order of the Phoenix, with the help of Hermione and Mrs. Weasley and the cleaning of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. J.K. has woven all these little tidbits of secrets and mysteries within the stories as they flesh out into the Deathly Hallows.

In the Half Blood Prince, Harry gets his first taste at fighting and finding Horcruxes with Dumbledore and learns all those secrets that have been hinted at or firstly introduced in the earlier books. It must have been a long process trying to figure out how she would introduce each layer of the story with whom and by whom. Each Character she introduces in earlier stories grow into crucial characters who all play a role in Harry’s success in the final installment.

It is in the final book where Neville gets brought into the final three Horcrux secret where Harry tells him about killing Nagini when Harry is off to the forest. And in the end the boy who almost was the boy targeted by Voldemort, Neville gets to kill one of Voldem0rt’s horcruxes. The silent/other participant in the prophecy gets his moment in the light.

In the Goblet of Fire, when Wormtail takes blood from Harry to restore Voldemort’s body, when he takes the blood, he inadvertently creates another Horcrux that must be destroyed later on. Harry becomes a horcrux himself because some of the charm his mother gave him now resides in Voldemort. And while a part of Lily exists inside Voldemort, he cannot be killed. Which is why, in the Deathly Hallows, when Voldemort attempts to kill Harry in the forest, he then kills the final horcrux himself. And Dumbledore sheds light on all those things that happened throughout all the books to Harry. All those little unexplained pieces of information get explained by Dumbledore through his study of all things Voldemort. Harry was the seventh Horcrux. The one that was made inadvertently in the Goblet.

What other tidbits of information do you have from your reading of the Harry Potter stories??? Share then with us…

Friday Finking …



Courtesy: Shredder

The weather is hot and sticky. They said it was supposed to rain tonight. I think they were wrong on that one. And on the news they said that August would be just like July. Oh God !!! I am hoping that the seasons will start to turn here in the coming weeks.

I mean the sun doesn’t go down until after 9 pm and it rises around 5 am. I just need it to cool off sooner than later. The fall equinox won’t happen till the end of September. Oh well.

A big welcome to my new subscribers. Thank you for following.

Today is Friday and I planned on getting over to Friday West End. I wasn’t sure if the skies would open up on us during the trek out and back, but alas, it did not. I got on the train going west and there were a number of members going to the same place I was. It was a full train/bus night. I got a seat both outbound and inbound.

I got to the hall around 8:30 and hung out front for a while before the meeting. Lots of sobriety in the room and the speaker was more than 24 years sober. She had a good message – very step oriented. It is interesting to see how people incorporate the steps into their stories. Some do it better than others, and it seems that the longer they are sober the more they get into steps rather than story telling.

A good friend of mine and ours took his 26 year cake. He spoke a few weeks ago at this same meeting. During the pride month of LGBTQ speakers. There was lots of cake and food after the meeting. They go all out on anniversary nights to lay out a spread of great food and conversation. I didn’t hang around too long as my sponsor did not make the meeting again, which meant waiting for the bus on the corner.

The bus came around 10:15 and we got to the train around 10:30 and I just made the inbound train at Vendome and had a wait at Lionel Groulx for 10 minutes. It was a good night overall.

Not sure where I am going tomorrow night. I don’t know if I want to go to Verdun or hit young people’s. We’ll see.

My birthday is on Sunday and I will probably hit Sunday Niters.

More to come, stay tuned …

Score …

Today was a beautiful day. I was up and around early to make my shift at the inter group office. On the way out of the building I checked the mail. And in the mail was an express post envelope.

I brought the mail up to hubby and set off for the East end. I stopped off at Subway for lunch to bring with me. I noticed walking up the block that several tenants that were given only 2 weeks to vacate their premises due to the Sports Station Resto expansion plans, one of the shops had closed it doors and they were moving out of the space today. That only leaves 4 open stalls that have to be vacated in the coming days.

The Sports Station Resto is doing remarkably well for that corner of Ste. Catherine’s street. They have been open longer than any other tenant in that spot in many years, and they are expanding the restaurant and opening a patio next door to the P&A Grocery store up the street on Fort.

I walked to the Metro Station and got on the train and still made the office in 45 minutes. I am usually early for my phone shift. The phones were quiet today, just a handful of calls.

I phoned home around lunchtime to hear that my mother in law sent me a birthday card and $100.00 check. I was pleasantly surprised. For the last month I have been waiting to buy a new pair of sneakers, but not just any sneakers, but the ones you see above in this photo.

It took hours of trolling Google Images. Once I found the image in the library, I had to find out who sold them and what they were called. With that I found an online source for sale and they ran $82.00 plus $9.00 shipping for $91.00.For this price they only took credit cards. That was the cheapest price I saw them for sale.

Then I logged into EBAY and located the same pair of sneakers for $79.99 plus $21.99 shipping worldwide. That total came up $101.98. And I could use my pay pal account to pay for them, And I got $2.00 back in Ebay Bucks, I stuck with my tried and true EBAY store. So now those Nike Red/White High Dunks are mine.

Everybody knows about the United States is debating raising the debt limit right now, and no vote took place tonight stupid fuckers… If they don’t raise the debt limit and the United States cannot pay their bills, and they default,  Government Checks won’t be going out properly. And if that happens we are going to be fucked because I won’t get my assistance check next week. The fucking Government better get their asses in gear and do something before Zero Hour gets here.

So it was a good day. Tomorrow is Friday and Friday West End is on tap. There is rain and thunderstorms in the forecast for tomorrow night, so it might be a wet night. We shall see …

Name someone who has significantly influenced the way you see the world.

Courtesy: Faceyourfate

Question via: Plinky

When I was very young, I had all these things about me that taught me about many things. From a very young age, I knew these things for sure. I saw things, read things, did things that would inform my life forever. And at some point I learned, well, I thought I learned that if it was good for an adult, let’s say if it was good for my parents, that it would be good for me. I don’t know where I learned that from or from whom, but I knew at some point that if it happened and I learned about it, then I could do it too.

From the buffet of things to read and experience as a young child, into a young person, I knew who I was, I knew what I wanted, and in my mind, what secrets were kept were ammunition for me to use later on in my life. I did not know that then, But I learned it on the way through life.

Be careful the lies you tell your children, because one day they will eventually come back to bite you in the ass. And don’t ever say that I never told you so.

For me, in some way, however disgusting I find this sentiment, I wanted to be just like my father. And in my way, I did become him. I grew up to be a raging alcoholic. However, he managed to keep his house, his wife, and his job. My father, on the other hand was hell bent on my destruction from very early on in my life and had not several people gotten in the way at the right time, when they did, I probably would not be here. His words haunt me even today …


At the end of my relationship with my father I hated him. Clear and simple. I was living in Miami and I was very sick and in the thick of AIDS. Those first five years were torment. I was terribly sick and miserable. I had come close to death several times, it was really bad.

My father would come through town and he would visit me. But his intentions were clear from the outset. He would berate me and make me feel less than and unimportant. He had no shame and he didn’t think twice about expounding his beliefs as a Christian, me being a raging homosexual and dying of AIDS at the time. Back then, predicting my survival was sketchy at best. Had you told me then, that I would have made it to here, I would never had believed you.

I remember the last time I saw my parents. It was January 2001. New Years day to be exact. I had worked an all night shift at a local club, and I got home around 6 a.m. My phone rang and it was my mother, telling me that they were in town and wanted to see me. They had been in Miami for a week, and failed to tell me that in the beginning or make any move to see me earlier. So they came by my place and my father got out of the car and told my mother that she had mere minutes to speak to me as they were on their way back to Sarasota. I offered to take them out to lunch, hell, I was even willing to splurge and pay for parking on the beach for them to stay longer. My father said no.

I walked my mother around the block, said my hellos and goodbyes. And she got back in the car and they drove off. That visit lasted maybe 30 minutes.

I never saw them again.

So it is 2011. Many years have passed. And I am the man I am today because of men in my life who took the time and invested in me to help me live, survive and thrive.

The man who saved my life and took the greatest interest in my life was Todd. From the day we met, in that dark and dank leather bar many years ago, we were meant to be together in ways that normal people will never understand. I was working at the STUD when I was diagnosed with AIDS back in 1994. I have written ad nauseum about that time in my life.

I learned how to live. One day at a time. Through the vehicle of odd jobs and nightly chores in a nightclub I learned how to take care of men who were pigs. Stopped up toilets, cum covered bar stools, Shit packed toilets and garbage strewn patios and club space. I once begrudgingly did these chores resentfully.

I hated these pigs for a while. And I used to bitch about how dirty men were and I pissed and moaned about cleaning up after them. Until one night Todd took me aside and said to me …“You spend so much time bitching about doing the work, If you would only do the work instead, it would get done much quicker.”

He also added on many occasions that “If I could clean up dirty bathrooms and shit filled toilets, that when I got sick and found myself in degrading shitty situations myself, that I would know what to do.”

Back then people with AIDS were suffering terrible situations, it was degrading and demoralizing. What I  witnessed and what I went through with my friends, and the hundreds that we cared for during those years, Todd was preparing me for my own demise.

Although, I think and this is speculation, that he would teach me and take care of me hoping against hope that I would live through this and survive. And if it had not been for Todd and Roy and all the men who took care of me, Farkle, Billy, Marie, my doctors and the clinic staffs, I don’t know if I would have survived.

I still find it odd today that so many men went to their deaths in the ways they did, yet I emerged from that hell. Yes, I had many medical issues in the first five years, I stated that above. The government was not kind to people with AIDS.

In the end circa 2002, I was sober. But at that time, I was living on disability and living as well on the good graces of my friends, and the service organizations who provided meals on wheels and furniture for my studio, rent assistance because I could not afford to pay rent, buy food and pay for my medication at the same time. Sometimes it came down to a choice, whether to pay for meds or buy food. Or buy meds and not be able to pay rent. The price I was paying for drugs in the U.S. was criminal. How the government expects you to live on pittance and be able to afford life sustaining drugs was beyond me.

I got lucky. A lie once told, gave me my out.

So here we are in 2011. I am still alive. Imagine that. Nobody cares. It isn’t that important. I breathe and nobody is none the wiser. I came to Canada and met the next group of men who would pick up where Todd left off. Todd’s teaching got me into the game. All those lessons learned have been put to good use.

In 2003, I became a Citizen. I arrived on February 13th 2003.

I would meet my mentor a few months later by chance. A man who I call one of my best friends today. I came to Canada during the run up to the Iraq war. The war was not applauded, nor was it wanted. The president at the time was suffering from lack of support. There were marches here in the streets every day. Anti War protests, Anti-American protests.

In those first two years I was here in Canada, I had to find my footing. I grew up in the South. My parents were Catholic. My parents were very homophobic, racist, bigoted, ignorant and I had to skate through my life at home listening to the family gospel. I was supposed to follow everything that my father preached to us as children.

I’ve learned this lesson about life … And living in the United States.

If you want to really learn about the United States, from outside the spectrum of U.S. media and news makers and policy makers and your churches and your government, leave the comfort of your sofas. Put down your beer and chips and move abroad for one calendar year. I promise you if you do this, you will never be the same.

Living above the Northern Border has given me eyes to see how I was raised and just how different a man I am today because I left the United States. The way they forced me to live those years that I was so sick was detestable.

I had to learn where my loyalties lay. The Anti U.S. sentiment was getting to a fever pitch here in Montreal, with demonstrations all over the city. They told me to sew Canadian flags on my backpack so that I would not get pegged in the streets or the Metro by those who were not so sympathetic to the U.S.

I took me a long time to find my feet. And it was Donald who gave me what I needed during those years that made me the man I am today. When I was uncertain of where I should be, and who should I support, I was both an American and a Canadian. I didn’t know what to think or what to believe.

And he told me … “If you don’t know where you sit or where you stand, then sit where you are until where you are feels comfortable. Learn about your surroundings and take it all in. Then when you are ready get up, consult your map and take the next step.” Whenever I had to make a decision about something I employed this tactic.

I am a proud Canadian. I’ve learned enough now to know who I am, what I am, where I stand and what I believe. On Sunday I will turn 44 years old. I lived, despite everything that I have been through in my life. I could not have ever imagined life as it is without the care of many men in my life.

I trust my husband, my friends and my medical team with my life. They have kept me alive all these years, and I have had my down periods. I have had setbacks over the years, but I have been gaining. As long as the drugs work, I stay on the upswing.

I lived. And I owe my life to the men who cared for me, loved me, supported me and gave me what I needed.

They say you can’t choose your family. You are stuck with what you get. And for some that isn’t good enough. And for that I say this, one day you will leave your home and make your way into the world. You must survive what you begin with in order to become the man or woman you were meant to be.

I had to make a decision in my life and I had to get away from the demons of my life, my addictions and my parents. That relationship never healed. And I am all the better for it. I gave up seeking redemption. I gave up seeking approval as a man. Because it will never come. And it is their loss not mine.

Life is what you make of it. You live or you die. Make your choice.

Hopefully you have someone in your life who helped shape the world you live in.

Rainfall …

Courtesy: wrestlingisbest

It rained today, cats dogs and little fishes.

I watched the sky roil overnight, there is something to the weather in this city. The clouds dip low in the sky and last night before I went to bed I stood on my balcony looking up at the sky, and it was dark and foreboding. The clouds were lit up from beneath by lights on the ground and from on top of buildings.

When the clouds dip over the city the orange light of the streetlights reflect upwards and around the mountain from the opposite side of it, the white light shines on the clouds hanging overhead. It is quite lovely.

This afternoon I was up and around early, and the skies finally opened up and it rained down over the city. But it did not last long. Showers never last more than 30 minutes when it is pouring cats, dogs and little fishes. So it had cleared up well before I left for set up.

Since it was the last Tuesday of the month, we had a business meeting at 6:15 which meant that I needed to get finished early. Which I did. I was out front to greet by 6 when people began to show up.

We had 36 people show up. Many of them came late. It seems that across social media sites online and in older meeting books, the time has not been updated. People are still using the old meeting lists which list the old (two meeting format and old times). And there is an online listing of the old meeting time which was brought to my attention. I need to get that fixed.

We sat the entire table early. And people kept showing up either they were late or they were coming for 8 o’clock – the room was packed. We talked about acceptance from a story from the back of the book. We went the entire period. And then some.

As usually happens, if I don’t make decaf, people want it. And we haven’t been making decaf to save on supply monies. And I have been making less coffee in the big pot because we throw away too much coffee at the end of the meeting.

So for the last few weeks I have been making less coffee. Tonight, I made too little coffee and the pot ran dry before the end of the meeting. So next week I have to go back to making a full pot of coffee. Hoping that the numbers are on their way up for the long haul. Vacations are coming to an end. In the next month classes will begin at Dawson and the local universities. So that should bump up the numbers.

The kitty was full. And we are stocked for a few months with coffee and other supplies. A good night was had by all.

Acceptance is the key to all my problems. And I have to remember that I am powerless over people, places and things.

That’s all for tonight.

More to come, stay tuned…

Countdown …

Courtesy: You’llneverunderstand

I am trying to stay out of the funk.

Back in the day when I was much younger and much more stupid, today would begin a weeks worth of partying and drinking which culminated in a huge crash and burn in the nearest dance club on my birthday which falls on Sunday the 31st.

Almost halfway through my 40’s – This will be year 44 and on the way to ten years of sobriety in December,  life gets simpler and simpler. My handful of friends are here and there. My birthday falls on a Sunday this year. This will be the 17th POZ birthday.

Sunday night means I will hit Sunday Niters for a meeting. I haven’t spoken to my friends in a while. I think it is a little self centered to try to get them all under the same roof for a birthday celebration. It is not that simple any more to try to get everyone settled under the same roof. I’ve tried that in the past and it fell apart underneath me.

There is only really one person who I would like to spend my birthday with, well that is besides my husband. Birthdays are usually quiet events here at home. The older hubby gets the less he wants to be reminded how old he really is 39.

I don’t know I am feeling a little lack luster. Trying to find the challenge in sobriety. I don’t seem to have that challenge in my life. I am waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I guess we could say that the next semester of classes will be a challenge. I don’t know, maybe I was expecting ten years of sobriety to bring with it some kind of excitement.

I said my goodbyes to an old friend earlier tonight at Sunday Niters. Dave is heading to Japan for a year to teach English and entertain. He will be gone for at least a year. We had a little going away party for him.

I survived another year. There’s something to be said about old timer survivors. Nobody pays attention to things like this any more. The pills do their job, you live life everyday not expecting to die and you stay alive. There is no challenge any more like it used to be. Anniversaries and Birthdays were big days to celebrate the fact that you lived another year.

But AIDS in the 2000’s is different than AIDS in the 1980’s.

I guess I remember gratitude and thankfulness.

I guess that’s all I want to say right now.

More to come, stay tuned…

Fade to Black …

Such a gifted entertainer. But in the end it was the drink/drugs that killed her.
Eternal rest grant her and may perpetual light shine upon her.

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LONDON (Reuters) – Amy Winehouse, one of the most talented singers of her generation whose hit song “Rehab” summed up her struggles with addiction, died in London on Saturday at the age of 27.

The Grammy winner, famed for her black beehive hair, soulful voice and erratic behaviour on and off stage, was found dead at her new home in Camden a month after a shambolic performance in Serbia forced her to cancel her entire European tour.

Police were called to the address at around 1500 GMT and nearly five hours later the body was removed for a post mortem after it appeared she had lost her battle with drink and drugs.

“Inquiries continue into the circumstances of the death,” said police superintendent Raj Kohli. “At this early stage it is being treated as unexplained and there have been no arrests in connection with the incident.”

He said reports that Winehouse had died of a suspected drugs overdose were speculation at this stage.

Family members had long warned that Winehouse’s lifestyle, which saw her in and out of rehab and blighted her career as a live and recording artist, could be her downfall.


At least 91 dead in Norway shooting, bomb attack

My thoughts and prayers go out to Norway and their people. A very sad day today. The killing of innocents and children in any case is reprehensible.

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OSLO (Reuters) – A gunman dressed in police uniform shot dead at least 84 people at a youth summer camp of Norway’s ruling political party, hours after a bomb killed seven in the government district in the capital Oslo.

Witnesses said the gunman, identified by police as a 32-year-old Norwegian who they believed was also linked to the bombing, moved across the small, wooded Utoeya holiday island on Friday firing at random as young people scattered in fear.

Norwegian television TV2 said the gunman detained by police was tall and blond and had links to right-wing extremism. Police said on Saturday the man had been charged for the bomb blast and the shooting.

“A paradise island has been transformed into a hell,” Prime Minister Jens Stoltenberg told a news conference on Saturday.


Friday Finking …

Courtesy: Tap That Guy – Madison Square Park

“Fink meself lucky…”

Who said that ?

Boy oh Boy was it hot and humid last night. It was so hot that it was a three shower night. It was just unbearable. It is a touch cooler tonight, but no rain fell tonight.

I got to bed at my usual time. Post shower – it would have been nice had I slept naked… we don’t sleep naked here at home.

This morning I get woken up early in the morning for me. The DLP for Friday called to ask me to come to work this afternoon because the person on shift today called out. And since I am on 5th Friday – which is next week – someone will fill my Friday shift next week. I still have a 4th Thursday shift coming next week.

The service office is under construction. They ripped out all the front offices and the literature counter. They are painting the building. When I got there, there was paint all over the place. They were steam cleaning the carpets in all the common areas in the service offices on both the French and English sides.

The kitchen was all taken apart so we couldn’t cook food. The coffee maker was in a meeting hall in the front of the building, and the fridge is in the back of the building a little pain in the ass to make coffee.

So I worked my shift today. I got three phone calls. Thank God for the internet. i brought a book with me as well, but there is just only so much reading I can do in one sitting.

The trains were light today. I got on the train at PIE IX station and it was a quick transit back into the downtown core. I got home around 6:30. Which gave me an hour and a half before I had to leave again.

I farted around on the internet and took a cold shower because it was hot and humid all afternoon. It’s a hike to and from the metro station to the office.

I sorted myself out and left for Friday West End around 7:45. Everything was running on time all night so the transit out and back took no time at all. I didn’t have to wait for trains or buses on either trip.

The speaker was great. She was long time sober. I think this was the first time I have heard a speaker talk about Mystical Divine beings amid her talk about the spiritual journey that she is on. She was very in touch with the mystical tonight.

Although on the way home the bus I was taking back to the Vendome Station was stopped amid route and the transit police got on the bus and checked all of our Opus cards. I have no idea why they needed to check our transit cards, because they are Opus rechargeable cards, which you pay into with monthly, weekly or daily tickets on it and every time you swipe the care at the mag machines it debits your card one ticket from your opus card.

Anywho …

I got home around 10:45 and we had a late bite for dinner.

It’s the weekend … YAY !!!

28c …

Courtesy: Troll

It is 2:30 a.m. and it is a humid 28c. The humidex is 38c.

Holy Fucking Shit !!!

It was sweltering last night and I did not get very much sleep because It was just way too hot. We don’t have AC in this apartment. None of the apartments have ac in this building. Unless you hang one yourself. It isn’t supposed to be this hot in Canada.

But the globe is warming… don’t you agree?

The heat dome they tell us is parked over central Canada and over most of the United States.

I planned to get out of the house this past evening to go to St. Matthias. There is water main work on Sherbrooke street so the busses are detouring off the main down from Sherbrooke, so getting to any point inside the detour area means that you have to walk in.

It being almost 30c in the sunlight posed certain problems like staying cool. It was swelteringly hot all day into the night.

I got up around 6 and took a cold shower and got ready to go. Hubby had filled several bottles in the fridge last night so we had plenty of cold bottled water to carry with us, and he packed my bag with a couple of bottles.

I set my route to the church through all the underground city in Westmount Square and the Forum. I walked from Greene to Cote St. Antoine down Sherbrooke. I was a sweaty mess when I got to the church.

My friend Cliff was standing outside the church greeting people as they walked up, we were watching the sky, it was 7:30 p.m. and the clouds were beginning to bunch up in the sky over the city. A storm was brewing above us, I figured it wouldn’t rain for a few hours at least.

One of my friends showed up at the meeting, fresh out of rehab 3 days ago and he didn’t look very good, he stunk of beer. He sat down and we spoke to him about why he chose to drink? It is an insidious disease, this alcoholism.

He tried the “just one” experiment, which led to ten more.

Good for one, good for ten … he said…

He was drunk. Yet here he was back again trying to get sober once more. Sad this member can’t seem to stay on the wagon. He is stuck in the revolving door and it seems to be spinning faster than he can keep up with it.

It was a good meeting. I hate when people mumble … Trying to pay attention to what the speaker was saying was a problem tonight.

Mumble Mumble Mumble …

I gave our drunk friend my phone number, since I know his sponsor, is out of town for 2 weeks in Cottage Country. We’ll see what he does with it. I pointed him to the next meeting at 7:30 tomorrow morning – well, this morning. And he may hit a meeting tomorrow night.

I am going to Friday West End Friday night.

I left the meeting and walked halfway home, when I got to the edge of the detour I waited for a 24 bus to come and take me the rest of the way home, which was good because it was lightening pretty fiercely overhead. The storm was still building.

I got home a little while later and thunder started pealing across the sky. The heavens opened up and it poured down rain for half an hour. That’s the problem with these night time rain events. They flare up out of nothing, they build up to a raging storm and it drops a little rain, that doesn’t make a bit temperature difference over the city. The pavement is still steaming from an all day assault from the sun, and yes it rained but it is still 28c outside.

When it rains it only rains for a brief amount of time. The storms piss themselves out too quickly to make a dent in the days heating. It doesn’t rain long enough to impact the days heating.

Then the clouds blow away out of the city as fast as they came in. The sky is cloudless at this hour.

The seasons need to start changing already. August is only a couple of weeks away. Hopefully by the weekend we will get some relief. They are calling for the teens later on in the weekend at night, so we’ll see how that pans out.

I wish it would snow already …

This is War !!!

Courtesy: Thirty Seconds to Mars

It has been a full day of events and goings on. The weather is warm. We are sitting at a comfortable 24c at this hour. It was a beautiful day today. Lots of sun, and not a whole lot of humidity, which is a good thing. It could be worse.

We just have to hang in for a few more weeks, and the seasons will begin to change up this far north.

Last night I was searching for some music and I spent a while sitting on You Tube watching some old videos and listening to some music. And I came across Thirty Seconds to Mars. The band fronted by the amazing Jared Leto.

If you like grungy, hard hitting multi-layered music, Thirty Seconds to Mars is the ticket. I got two digital copies of “A Beautiful Lie” and ” This is War.” After reading through the Wiki entries for both these pieces and visiting the bands site and bio, I downloaded both these albums.

I think that “This is War” is probably THE BEST album I have downloaded in some time. The music is hard and deep. From crowds of “the echelon” fans that participated in recording the album, to Buddhist Monks chanting across several of the tracks it is a masterful collection of truly remarkable music. You just have to hear it because it is mesmerizing.

So that’s what I did all night long. Sitting here listening to both albums. They are both good. But This is War is a cut above their first offering of “A Beautiful Lie.”

I got to bed late, and had to get up at 9 this morning because I needed to go drop labs at the clinic and you have to do it early in the morning because the lab lady is only there till 11.

So I got a few hours sleep and got up and on my way first thing this morning.

I got in and out in record time.

I got home around 10 and thought that I would go back to bed and nap till my afternoon commitment, and that didn’t happen. It was hot, and I couldn’t get back to sleep. So I laid in bed for hours waiting for sleep to come, and I didn’t get back to sleep until 3 and I napped till 4:30.

It was a great day to walk to the church outside, averse to the tunnel route. Set up went very quickly and we had nominal numbers. We read from A Vision for You, chapter 11. And the discussion went the entire period.

It was a good night. Many of our regulars are on vacation till the end of the month so we have been down numbers over the past two weeks.

Quebec is amid the construction holiday until the beginning of August.

Registration opens up for school on the 2nd of August. I have to look through the book and see what I want to take this term. I have one last French class I need 008/009 for my exit exam at the end of the year 2012.

I wish I had better things to do than keep studying. I am getting bored of being a student. I want to do something with my life. I am getting old to be in school at the Cegep level. Procuring work off two degrees hasn’t served me very well.

You wonder what does it matter that I have two university degrees, neither one has paid off in any kind of gainful employment of any kind. Was all that time in school wasted? I wonder…

I have a couple more weeks to relax and figure out what I want to do in the near future. My birthday is coming up at the end of the month. Harry and I share the same birthday.

So that’s that for the moment…

More to come, stay tuned …

The Shit Fairy …

Courtesy: MiguelQuintero

I knew what this entry would be called prior to looking for an appropriate image to convey what I was trying to say … hence this bum shot of Mickey Mouse …

Can you say “HEAT!!!” it is 23c/26c humidex. And they say it’s only going to get worse over the next few days. People all over Canada and the U.S. are sweating to the oldies.

And what did you say ??? I think the globe is warming … What we wouldn’t do for a storm or maybe a hurricane to take the edge off. All this heat could lead a lot of states into heat emergencies and storm prevalence.

So yeah, where was I, oh yes, heat … We don’t have AC in our apartment. I haven’t begun to complain about the heat because as soon as I do, it will be winter again. What I wouldn’t do for some cold right now.

It was an exciting day. Last night I re-read the for umpteenth time the last few chapters of The Deathly Hallows, just so I could have the text fresh in my brain for today’s movie event.

Like I said earlier … The book tells the story better than the film did. They did not do justice to the end of the book properly, and because they left certain aspects of the book out of the film, the story got warped.

It was a slow afternoon at the theatre. But in the end most of the theatre we were in was filled. They gave us 20 minutes of pre-film trivia and infomercials.

“Please turn off your phone before the movie starts…”

About halfway through the movie this francophone woman gets a phone call during a tense scene in the movie and she actually let the phone light up, ring and then she took the call… As soon as the phone light went on the whole theatre was on top of her … Shut the fucking phone off you stupid bitch…

We got home around 5 o’clock. I had a few hours to kill before I was headed out for the Friday night meeting. And I had intended to take a nap for a couple of hours seeing I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. Well, that didn’t happen …

I set off for the meeting around 8. It was a pleasant night to travel. The trains were light and so were the buses.

I half expected my sponsor to be at the meeting and he wasn’t. Either he went to the movies instead, or got in from work too late and was tired. So I didn’t get to talk to him about the movie. Maybe I will ring him tomorrow.

SO our speaker was long time sober, but she was a bit frail. Lugging around an O2 tank, that was bigger than she was. She has had a few bad years in sobriety. She broke both her arms over a single weekend, suffered a full coronary that almost killed her, and she is stage 5 emphysema …

She mentioned all that to us because after all of that she never considered taking a drink. And then she said it felt like she is being visited by the SHIT FAIRY !!! Who keeps dosing her with tragedy after tragedy.

Even in sobriety – we don’t escape growing older.

She gave us a great message and we had two cakes as well. A 2 year and a 5 year. I remember both of mine 2 and 5. I am coming up on double digits in a few months. The Big 10 …

Who knew I’d live this long, and I am sober to boot …

I’ve seen through all the Harry Potter books, and all the films.

As one friend of mine said last night – the end has come, my childhood is over, time to grow up.

So long Harry.

But I am sure we will hear about your children in due time.

Not my daughter, you BITCH !!!


It’s all over. All the movies, all the books…

I’d stick with the book (s), myself.

I guess you can’t get it all right. Putting things in where there were no things to begin with, Leaving things out where there should have been things. Putting words into people’s mouths. Certain things said by certain people were changed and words came out of mouths when there shouldn’t have been.

Ollivander never knew about the Deathly Hallows …

The book was very succinct. Things happened for a reason in certain order with certain people at certain times.

Leaving out crucial aspects of the book  to make it to the film really did in some of what we saw on screen. But oh well, you win some, you loose some.

It was all very magical. In the end, the book tells the real story.

But yes you should see it.

The last few pages of the book were classic.

19 years later …

I am sure that there are still a few books to be written.

Heat …

Courtesy: Redboxers

Let us just say that it is HOT !!! At this hour it is 25c/humidex 30c. And they say that it may rain… I say bring on the rain, at least it would cool things off.

It was a beautiful day. Hot, breezy and humid. It was kind of sticky last night going to bed and throughout the day today it just got stickier.

I was out and about a little earlier today … it was blessedly cool down in the basement of the church today. I got everything done before 6 when people started showing up. We all hung out on the lawn outside it was nice.

This is the bell tower at the church. You can see the trees on the right of this photo that cover the doorway to the church basement. Nice and shady.

We had nominal numbers tonight and we read from the book “The Doctors Opinion.” It was a good meeting. We went the entire period. Many of our following are on holiday till the end of the month so numbers a little down.

Later on this week we need to get tickets to Harry Potter, Hopefully on Friday we will get to the theatre for the final installment of the Deathly Hallows extravaganza.

That’s about all for tonight.

More to come, stay tuned…