not very talkative lately, it seems

but then, it happens that way sometimes.
not often, that's for sure.
but sometimes.
sometimes i have nothing to say...enjoying the peace and quiet.
other times i just go on and on.
but not this time.
this time there just isn't much to say.
hardly a peep out me.
nope.
can't think of a thing to say.
well, bye, then.

blah

Two mornings in a row, I have returned from dogwalks to Nob Hill Park to phone in crack dealers/users to the police. Today, there were like 10 people there watching everyone(well, actually "everyone" being just me and the dog) who came and went. They had a little system down today, someone on every corner of the park watching and some folks stationed up at the top of the hill for sentries while some guy was dealing down the side where you can't be seen...ARGH!!!! I don't understand how nobody else calls these things in. How do people just live within their homes and not do anything about what is happening outside of their homes? I don't get it. I think I am going back to bed for a while...some days I just don't think I can take anymore.

***Update****
It's 12:30 now...the park is still inundated. The police did come earlier...but the dealers didn't leave. So now the police are gone and the dealers aren't. ARGH !!! Again.

fun fun fun

Cool, right?

This one shot took a dozen or more attempts....

a lot of these......

and some of these....

but, even they have their charm, don't they? I love Eem-er's toes.

Okay....don't really know what to write about today and I am having too much fun playing with this camera.

I did find some good photos for our Spring Photo Challenge on our dog walk today. How is everybody else doing?

In Homage....

As I finish up my packages to send out from my Pay It Forward post, something arrived on my doorstep...in some weird Karmic way, I was out buying strange and exotic fruit just when a camera was arriving from Valcox... I have been interested in her gorgeous ttv photographs and asked her about it...today on my doorstep, when I arrived home from the grocery store, sat my own camera to try out this technique. Go check out her photos! They are like paintings, lush and tangible, mouthwatering. You'll love them. Really. Go right now. For real.

Ten minutes later, I had "something" rigged from the box it arrived in to try it out....Yeah, it needs a little work...but it's still exciting. It's whole new way to view the world...and I am heading to Em's this weekend for a visit, who has been experimenting with TTV, as well. Maybe she can help me build a real rig. Will ya? Huh? Will ya?

Valcox...thank you ever so....what a treat. What a delightful and challenging gift... I hope I can do you proud.

*All gold is fool's gold.

*Edward Abbey.

I try to be nice...I do.

city's poor could suffer housing loss
Landlord predicts owner will sell or close rooming houses if upgrades are forced
Martha Tropea , Daily NewsPublished: Friday, February 29, 2008
A Nanaimo property owner worries that a new city initiative to tighten up on rooming house regulations will force people on to the street.Paul Saroya said he is selling off two or three of his homes because he knows it will cost too much for the necessary upgrades."I've been trying to get rid of (them) for the past four years," said Saroya of his properties, where at least 10 people are living.
The fire department recently handed over a list of about 50 houses to the city, detailing places they suspect of being rooming houses. The province estimates there could be as many as 150 in Nanaimo.There is currently no zoning for rooming houses in Nanaimo and many of them are unsafe and don't comply with fire regulations.Rooming houses are defined as those where renters occupy a single room and share cooking facilities, bathroom and common areas.Nanaimo social planner John Horn said many of the rooming houses are in the downtown core. Most are large, turn-of-the-century homes, cut up into different sections without building permits.The city says because rooming houses have gone unregulated for so long, some of the living conditions people are faced with are deplorable. Many of the people living in rooming houses are on social assistance.Saroya predicts most property owners will sell or decommission their units, instead of spending thousands on upgrades."If they spend $50,000, how are they going to charge $375 per month?" Saroya said."The owner will sell it and get rid of it," he said. "Who is it going to affect? The tenant."It's going to have a big-time effect. I don't know how (the city) is going to tackle that."Saroya said the city should encourage affordable housing development by waiving property taxes for up to five years."I think it's a good idea to give them a really good break," he said.MTropea@nanaimodailynews.com250-729-4255

This article in today's paper bothers me on so many levels that I don't even know where to begin. First of all, the Council is cracking down on these derelict rooming houses NOW because in order to put in their wet housing project, all the i's must be dotted and t's crossed. Rooming houses must be legal if the city is going to pay people to get high in your neighbourhood. Hence the regulating of said rooming houses. Second of all, if it weren't for their thinly veiled motives(I am still waiting for an answer to my letter in this regards, Mayor and Council, City Social Planner), should ANY housing be unregulated? Just because someone is poor doesn't mean they should live in the condition that some of these rooming houses are in...and the neighbours should not be subjected to their deplorable conditions, either, without any power of recourse against the slumlords. Third, the landlord/property owner they are quoting? You all remember who that is, don't you? He owns this and this, as well as several other "notorious" properties in the southend. And as if this even touches on the fourth, the fifth or sixth things that irritate me about this article....but you all know how I can go on and on and on....and on....and on....
So this is the letter I wrote to the reporter....

Martha Tropea,
Most of this neighbourhood will stand on the street and applaud the day Paul Saroya sells his holdings and gets out. It couldn't happen soon enough.
His quotes make him sound like a decent sort of person, though he has preyed on his tenants for years, as well as on Nanaimo. He is no friend of the poor, no friend of the homeowners here, and no friend to Nanaimo.
He has been threatening in manner, in actions and in with his words in more than one occurance with neighbours here, and with his own tenants.
His properties are disgracefully unkempt and, in all likelihood, dangerously unsafe.
We have to use the Nuisance ByLaws on more than one of his properties in order to have Mr. Saroya even maintain the most minimal of standards. He doesn't provide outside rubbish bins so his tenants' garbage just collects on the side of building, feeding rats, raccoons, feral cats and other pests and spreading over the street in the wind.
The front stairs on one of his rooming house properties are falling apart, with nothing left of the railings or hand support and he does nothing to address it.
He was nearly thrown in jail by the City for his refusal to install fire safety measures in that same building.
Many of his properties are, or have been recently, crackhouses. Everyone in this neighbourhood has had the displeasure of dealing with open drug dealing, open drug use, fights, threats, etc. from his properties at one time or another...mostly all the time.
If setting a minimal decent standard of living is what it takes to rid the neighbourhood of the likes of Paul Saroya, then I say, let the people live in decent standards. Is that so wrong?

Sincerely,
Dilling

Smile and say cheese....

The challenge has been made...the Photo Challenge, that is. CindyDianne and I are having a challenge, but it's open to everyone because it's about a season and not about a place. Our challenge is "Spring. " We have one week...post your photos NEXT Friday(March 7th) and show us all what Spring is like where you are, how it makes you feel, what you look for, what you may be looking at instead...come on, join us! Pretty please? With a milkbone on top?

Walking Eem-er yesterday morning, I heard siren after siren. At Nob Hill Park which overlooks downtown, I saw this plume of black smoke rise over the marina. Since I was already out walking and I already had my camera, I went to be a looky-loo. Morbid, I know.

I missed the flames, which were apparently 30 feet high, but arrived in time to watch the last of the dousing efforts. Lots of firetrucks, rescue, an emergency boat on the water...lots of other looky-loos, too....thankfully, these two boats were on the end of the docks. It could have been much worse. I am sure the owners of these two boats might disagree with me, though.

Well, that's it for me...for now. It's too noisy to concentrate.

I have a city work crew outside jackhammering the road....moving the drains for the new curbs, I think.

Later, then.

It's so relaxing...NOT.

the waiting.....

Win, Lose or Draw?

The flickers in Nob Hill Park are getting pretty used to me and my camera in the mornings. Sadly, so are other things...less pretty things. This morning as I was leaving the park, I saw three crackheads coming straight for the park from methadone clinic....so I turned around and marched myself and Eem-er right back into the park and right up to where the addicts usually go to get high...I got there first!!! Then, two more neighbours with two more dogs showed up...and then Dukey and his mom arrived. We all just meandered around the park, back and forth and up and down, letting the dogs play and sniff and explore to their furry hearts' content. The crackheads tried to wait us out but the crack was just itching to be smoked.

So they just crossed the street to this little patch of grass outside a yard where there were three little kids just coming home from somewhere and smoked it there in full view of everyone...and then just headed off downtown, unconcerned with their actions or ours.

So I ask you, is that a win, a loss or a draw? Yeah, they didn't get the park today, but it didn't really feel much like victory, either.

The Festival of Sugar

The 8th Annual Maple Sugar Festival arrived and departed over the weekend. Thank goodness it comes but once a year and stays but two or three days...thank the maple sugary goodness. There is plenty to see packed into this tiny package...lots of live music, visual artists, textile artists, clowns, balloon-animal-makers, etc. I really look forward to seeing Frenchie the Clown each year, but I didn't see him this year. Merde.

And there are ice scultptors, too. Michael really enjoyed watching these guys create their short-lived art...I think it was the allure of power tools. It's a guy thing.

The art I appreciated is short-lived, too. The food artists were there....chutneys and jams and ice creams and pickled things and spiced things and mulled things, food galore, in every fruit or vegetable imaginable. GLORIOUS. And of course, the sugar. The maple sugar...everywhere.

Maple sugar syrup on your pancakes, on your sausages, in your baked beans, glazing your ham...sigh. Maple candy, maple fudge, maple biscuits with maple icing...pardon my drool, you guys.

MMMMMmmmmmmaple butter spread.....oh my sugary goodness. Life can be sweet, but not as sweet as this. And somewhere between maple syrup and maple butter comes the Sweetest Perfection of all and it is called maple toffee by most. Divine Intervention, is what I call it. Proof that the Universe loves us...loves me, anyway. I don't know about the rest of you.

A confection made by boiling maple sap past the point where it would form maple syrup but not so long that it becomes maple butter or maple sugar. It is part of traditional culture in Quebec and northern New England. In both Québec and Northern New England, it is poured onto the snow and then lifted either with a small wooden fork or a metal dinner fork. Here, they used tongue depressors, but who cares?????? Just GIMME GIMME GIMME!!!!

Here in B.C. , this gives new meaning to "rollin' one." At least I can appreciate this one.

Oh my goodness.....I am drooling now just looking at this photo. Thank goodness it is only available here once a year(twice for me cuz I go back again the next day just for this every year). So, okay, I am gonna go now....make some toast and butter it with a mapley spread....

MMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmapley goodness.

a love that is meant to be

Romance....alive and well.

Sorry...

Eem-er doesn't want to spend another moment in the house on a warm sunny February day. We're outta here. So, take care, enjoy your weekend....and go for walkies! Right now...go on!
Talk to you all later?

Anyone here in Nanaimo going here this weekend? Maybe we'll see you there?!?

Always someone marches brave....

I am seeing kd, here.

Row 10, Orchestra....center seats.
June 12.
Sweet. Broke, but sweet.
Yeah, baby.

Yeah, um, Hello?

To whoever keeps calling and calling and calling my phone...the caller i.d. says Blocked Number. Or Private Number. Or No Data. I am not going to answer you. Give up now....or leave a dang message. If it is the paper...no comment. That is all.

trying to look up

So, trying the past couple days to not look at the hookers coming back to roost in our neighbourhood, on our corners...soon enough, their dealers will follow. So much for the big clean-up...and perhaps the Red Zone. It's hard though, to not see the predators trolling...it's hard to believe that this is the Vision of Nanaimo that is being built. This is what it seems to be, anyway. It's hard to look away but if I don't, I'll drown in it. Walk the dog to Nob Hill Park and look at the Flickers and the Robins and the Ravens(who don't like their photo taken) instead of the crackheads(who also don't like their photo taken) on the hill, instead of the broken wine bottle spreading over the grass, instead of the "whistling" crack dealer(like the pied piper or something)'s car parked over there. I just can't look at it today. Not today.

Today I can't pick up one more piece of litter, take down one more plate number, tackle one more issue. We all just want to have normal days down here, too. Uncomplicated. Easy. You know, I don't mean EVERY day would be uncomplicated and easy...I am a realist. Life has it's trials...but do we have to do THIS every day?

We would like to be able to sit out and enjoy the enormous gift of warm sunshine in the middle of February, the same as anyone living in the north end...

So today, I am not looking...at that car idling outside my window for some reason....who is he waiting for? Damn. I looked.

I am not looking to see who is yelling in the alley. Not today.

Today, I am gathering my furry friends and heading out to look for more birds. Look up look up look up.

Today, I am, to the best of my meager ablity, tuning out the riff raff and tuning in to the warm rays of the glorious gifts of a gorgeous,warm February sun...

and feathers. Because, after all....

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune--without the words,

And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

(Emily Dickinson, Hope)

Skid Row, Nanaimo

So I wrote a long tirade last night...deleted. If you read it, sorry.
I am just so angry that repeatedly every agency, whether it be city or social or health related, privately or publicly funded or paid by our tax dollars, lies to us.
Blatant lies to our faces or glaring omissions of facts.
Or simply ignore our questions(VIHA, City Social Planner, I mean you, in particular). Do not respond to correspondence. Leave us out of the planning of services that will directly and PROFOUNDLY affect US...since none of you actually live in the places you assault.
The new by-laws from Mayor and Council that allow social services to go in without a zoning meeting means that now we have NO SAY whatsoever. None. Kiss your voice goodbye. And guess where VIHA wants their new drop-in centre, needle exchange, crackpipe hand out station? And guess where the 7-10 Club plans to go? And the projected 10-unit wet housing from our city social planner? And guess where Mayor and Council is going to let them go?!?
All within two blocks of the Salvation Army Walmart Style Super Centre....cuz that's about the only place the new zoning bylaws affect. Go figure. We found out all of this about the same week that the city offered us curbs. Smoke and mirrors. Smoke and mirrors.
Despite spending our tax dollars on several different studies(tens of thousands of city tax dollars per study, mind you) that have repeatedly all said one thing...that concentrating social services DOES NOT WORK, it seems that is what they are bound and determined to do it anyway. You know, cuz it has worked so well in places like Skid Row and Vancouver's Downtown Lower Eastside. Huge, glaring examples, time and time again, city after city, of what not to do disregarded in favour of the same old non-working plan. There is not one original idea, not one plan that sees beyond the next five minutes, not one agency that is empathetic to the suffering of hard-working, tax-paying, home-owning people in the south end who are overwhelmed with the bad choices of the SOCIAL SERVICE INDUSTRY here in Nanaimo....time and again. VIHA has taken no responsibility for the dismal running of the drop-in centre that has been pushed out of three seperate leases in two years.
Now, they just plan on buying a place(and even though they said in the paper just yesterday that they don't have the money for it YET, they did in fact make an offer to purchase a place so we count another lie down in their column, whether blatant or by ommission can be your call).
And, after the city has dumped 80+ million and counting of your tax dollars, Nanaimo, into "revitalizing" the downtown core, to the detriment of nearly every other tax related service(roads, lifeguards, maintennance, etc), every single high impact(and countless low impact) social services will be right there, too. Congratulations. Oh, and then, let's raise your property taxes.
The southend now rivals the northend in tax rates and property assessments and yet the northend does not have to deal with any needle exchanges, drop-in centres, wet housing, crack-pipes handout stations, yaddayadda....why is that?

Would you?

Valentine, won't you be my Valentine?
And introduce your heart to mine and be my Valentine?
Summertime, we could run and play like summertime
With storybooks and nursery rhymes, so be my Valentine.
Candy heart, if anyone could you could have a candy heart.
You're the sweetest of all sweethearts.
Won't you give your heart to me?
Can't you see I love you valentine?
Won't you be my Valentine?
And won't you share your space with mine and be my Valentine?
Candy heart, if anyone could...
(Valentine, Willie Nelson)

Woot woot!!!!

Check out that looker!!!!! Best in show, Baby! As if there could be any doubt!!!! Woot woot! Good boy, Uno. Good boy.

http://www.westminsterkennelclub.org/

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080213/ap_on_re_us/dog_show

Pay it forward...

I did it. I couldn't resist. Must have present!!! From Texas. From CindyDianne So, here's the deal...

The Game:

Everyone who has a blog is welcome to participate.

The first three people to leave a comment on my blog will receive a gift from me in the next 365 days. The only condition is that those people will have to do the same on their blogs.

Pay it Forward!

The gifts will be silly and I promise to have them sent out within the month. Forget that 365 days thing...it'll be in the next month, k?


On an entirely different note, since changing my template, I cannot link to things while posting now. Why is that? Anyone? It is most irritating. You know I love to link, right? I mean c'mon, this template thing was supposed to be better..but when I load a picture, I don't see it, only html, until I publish...I don't KNOW what my post looks like til I publish AND no links? So, anyone able to help me with that?

it's Monday again....

and grey again...and raining again...and gloomy...and blah...
First round is on me.
Anyone? Anyone?
Four Dinners??? C'mon, surely you wouldn't turn down an offer like that?
See you all tomorrow.

smoke and mirrors

LOOK AT THIS!!!! Look over here. TA DA....the city is giving us proper curbs and grass....if they come up with the money that they already had once for this project and spent elsewhere....yay, yay for us...curbs and grass and maybe even trees....look, look over here....

But wait...what? What is that?
NO!!! DON'T LOOK OVER THERE!!!!
Is that a ten unit wet housing that may be going in across the street from two properties that combined have been crack houses how many times? That's where the City Social Planner has been eyeing to put in the wet house? No matter how many studies the city has paid for that have recommended spreading out social services? No matter that study after study after study warns against acts that lead to the 'ghetto-ization" of any one part of the community? Really? Huh. Go figure.

NO! Don't look over there, don't look.... No, don't look behind that curtain...don't look behind....ah damn.

So VIHA is looking to open a big box service kinda like the No Hope Centre, er, sorry, the New Hope Centre...where they will provide a drop-in centre and yet another needle exchange....and more...with money pilfered from other programs that are already running under efficiency...Instead of running three programs well, they would rather run six programs badly. The drop-in centre has been closed three time here in two years...why is that? Could it be all the problems it caused to this neighbourhood all three times? Helping pave the way towards the open air drug market that we endured until just a few months ago? Could it be because properties it was housed in received damage and theft? Could it be because they just can't run this damn program?
And just where do you think it will be? This next time? Hmmmn?
Hey, but look over here at these curbs and grass and trees you might get if we find the money for them...that we already had once and spent somewhere else...just look at that, will you? Ah, c'mon, look over here, dammit.

Why I declare....

That looks Springlike, doesn't it?

may you find some comfort there

You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight



Its easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
( Angel Sarah McLachlan)

Red Cross

As a U.S. citizen I am mightily sickened by the news today. Some 40 tornadoes touched down in one day, killing at least 50 men, women and children in five states, leaving countless families homeless, parents jobless, students without schools, lives wounded, bereft, grieving, in shock... and every news station had Super Tuesday as the lead story. Isn't that a crying shame?

Eem-er's MeMe not for me

So I was tagged for a meme....well, actually not me. Eem-er was tagged. By Katy. Well, actually by Mr. Milo. She is supposed to tell you six random things about herself that you might not know. Since she can't type, I guess that means it is up to me...which is difficult because really, what haven't I told you about this dog? But, here we go...it is for Mr. Milo, after all! He's a good boy.

1. Her first name was Sylvan. In rescue at Beagle Paws, they renamed her Charlotte. We couldn't figure out a name for her the first week we had her...I didn't want the name Charlotte. Michael picked Emma. We liked it...it had been my first choice...but the longer she was with us, the more we found that somehow Emma just doesn't fit her...and she has become Eem-er to most who know her, although officially her name is still Emma.

2. She has a fake Kennel Club tattoo in her ear.

3. Her favorite toys are the lids off our soy milk containers...or better yet, off a Propel bottle... or rocks. We don't bother buying her real toys anymore. She just ignores them.

4. She will never get enough love to make up for whatever happened to her before. She'll always be a bit "damaged." Damn people, anyway.

5. She refuses to go for a walk in the rain. I have to drag her out the door. She plants her feet and digs in. Every time.

6. When she meets you the first time, she will attempt to put her nose on your eyeball.

No tagging from me. If you want to tell us six random things about yourself, well, you go right on and do so!!!! I won't stop ya!!!

Monday, Monday

Another Update*******Frickin' Hiccups.
Update*** Later in the day, suffering long - lasting hiccups...I am exhausted which makes me more emotional than normal but still...just watched the Passionate Eye about J. K. Rowling. They brought her back to to the single flat she lived in while writing and trying to sell the first Harry Potter...She cried when she saw the full series of her own books on the new occupant's bookshelves. I imagine that there is nothing nearly so emotional as that going to happen in my life...and that's alright. It really could be cuz I am friggin' exhausted from hiccups. And considering all the overly emotional shit that HAS happened in my life? Just as well. Maybe I should go get a shot or something. Honestly. This is exhausting. Hic. Hic. Hic.....damnit.Know what I mean?

Who do I thank?!?

I know that I originally downloaded this recipe for Yucatan Lime Chicken Soup from somebody on Blogger....and have tweaked it some for my own taste....
Just made it(for the hundredth time?) tonight for a small dinner party....and I have never gotten so many compliments. Yeah, deservedly, I admit it. It is GOOD stuff.
So, wherever it came from....THANK YOU! I wish I could remember who it came from specifically.

Name somebody on your "Must See Live" list

kd
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Vancouver, BC
Date: 6.12.08
City: Vancouver, BC
Event: k d lang
Centre for the Performing Arts


Info:
w/ special guest Dustin O'Halloran


sale Saturday, Feb. 23rd, 10:00a

Map Link

Anyone wanna come, too?

sometimes

no matter how pissed you still are, life and laughter and memories can still break your poor heart.
and i promise not to argue with lunatics in the street anymore. for now.

Issues and Asshats(or Asshats with Issues, myself included)

So this guy in our neighbourhood wants to start a Compassion Club here in Nanaimo. I don't know how I feel about that. I really don't. First of all, I am not the most compassionate person out there...as you can maybe tell from my rants on this here page sometimes...right? It's true. I can live with that. But chronically ill people smoking something that eases their pain and maybe gives them an appetite doesn't sound like a bad thing, either. My aunt died of lymphoma and the end was gut-wrenching for her and those around her for months and months helping her die. If it could have eased that a little? I live with chronic pain daily...it's a just barely bearable backdrop to my life but somedays, when I get a little extra kick in the ass in the pain department? I could almost shoot myself over it. I sleep instead...or start the whole take-pain-relievers-and-begin-gut-rot- almost-as-painful-as-the-pain-you-were-seeking-to-relieve cycle. Maybe you know that one, too? What I wouldn't give to avoid that whole scenario...and my pain is nothing compared to cancer, Crohn's, glaucoma, rheumatoid arthritis, chronic fatigue and fibromyalgia(both very real, you doubters!)...
I know that pot helps some people with chronic medical conditions. Sometimes I wish I was one of them. Personally, I hate the stuff.
Mostly, though, I just don't care about it...it's a NON-ISSUE to me. Probably because it doesn't work for me and I hate the stuff.
BUT, this I do care about....he's been a good neighbour, involved in cleaning up the garbage around here, taken a tough stance with some scary people, stood up for the neighbourhood before Council...all in all, his family and their presence has been a boon to the neighbourhood.
Mostly I think his timing is crappy...when we are a neighbourhood dealing with issues of drugs and drug abuse, it's just another damn argument I don't want to be having...and yet, there I was arguing with this Asshat on the street picketing my neighbour's planned compassion.


Well, really, Mister Asshat, why the fuck aren't you picketing outside one of the crackhouses in this neighbourhood? Why the fuck are you not picketing the methadone clinic or the needle exchange or wherever it is that VIHA will be handing out crackpipes next? Where have you been during any one of the times this neighbourhood has worked to pull another crackhouse down? Where were you when the open air drug market was going on up the road? Where were you with your sign then? ASSHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!
I mean really? Standing on the same street corner that crack whores sell themselves for the price of one hit(merely a few dollars, how sick and sad is that?), across the street from a guy who deals crack, up the street from another, around the corner from a full blown crackhouse? Two blocks from the old granary where there are probably 40 homeless addicts KILLING themselves on poison they bought somewhere in town and you are going to picket this?!? Really?!? Fucking Asshat. How's that for compassion, eh? Asshat. Nimrod. Stupid.
Those fucking cigarettes you've smoked are a drug more harmful than pot and, by the way, throwing the fucking butts on the street is littering. Asshat.
When you are suffering from the pain of lung cancer? What then?
When I asked him if he would please go picket outside one of the crackhouses, he said no, he wanted to "take down this guy." Huh, sounds like more than just an issue about "drugs." Sounds more personal to me. Like you have a particular issue with a particular person. Did somebody hurt your little feelings somehow?!?
And so, my mouth got away from me...and though he thinks he has the "right" to stand there all day pronouncing his views, he told me to go away because he didn't want to listen to mine.
Huh.
I am off to the mall to get me one of these to hang out with the guy tomorrow.

(Can you all even believe how many times I just cussed? My Dad would so kill me right now!)

*Oh hey, it's later now...that picketeer just passed my house glaring in my windows, as if making some point that I won't comment on. Asshat. I think he was carrying a bag from the Methadone Clinic...but maybe I am just passing along hurricane rumors now. But, we're all human now, aren't we? And I am still angry, after all. And we are all, after all, human? Right? I never said I was a role model. He did pass my house with a very small plastic bag, definitely not a grocery bag...and made a more than definite point if glaring in my windows. As if he could be the one to intimidate me. I wonder if the little plastic bag in his hand was from the methadone clinic just up the street, the only closest store....if so, I wonder how long he will ride the methadone train? A lifetime? Another drug-addicted lifetime? Now I am just being bitchy,eh? Sorry. My father would definitely not approve.

Crack City Updates

So, apparently, even though all the beds at Salvation Army are not filled every night, we need to provide more housing/shelter for the homeless. Only they want to put in "wet housing" in some of our rooming houses here in the Southend. Conveniently, the north end probably "doesn't have" any rooming houses. A wet house is a residence where the person still gets to do drugs. You know, what I might consider a CRACK HOUSE...especially when you see some of the properties that may have been getting the once over this week. Some of them are quite possibly crackhouses already.
A large number of the "rooming houses" in this area are owned by the same pariah that owns/owned Spanglish and the old church...the guy that sells them and then steals them back....the guy with the current crack house up the road and several unsavory properties up around the other corner. Other properties and landlords around here are really just as bad, a continuing source of aggravation and dispair to the neighbourhoods they are in. Revolving doors of crack and meth, deteriorating conditions, stacks of garbage and foulness. And now? Maybe the landlords get a reward for their behaviour instead of jailtime...which is what should be happening to them...or they should have to live in one of these places. Already the song and dance is started with certain city officials in response to our questions and concerns. It is enough to really HATE living here sometimes. Did I mention how much the city says our property values have gone up in two years? How much more they want in taxes? Holy cripes, folks. When do we get to see the return of our investment? And I don't mean with another social service agency...I think we have our fair share and then some....and then some more.
Also, a "Living Room" or drop-in centre....again, the Salvation Army presented the need to open this giant Wal-mart of a service centre in the downtown...they were going to have a DROP-IN CENTRE down there. They accepted the money for it. Give back the damn money or do what you said your were going to do. Instead, now VIHA feels the need to place another drop-in Centre somewhere in Nanaimo...hmmmm, will it be in the North End or in any other town centre like every study that has been sponsored has said to do ? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. And you know, the last one they ran went so well, too. NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Will money be going straight to the pariahs who have been feeding off the southend for years?
Probably won't get a straight answer on that either. See, we don't know for sure, because Vancouver Island Health Authority sees no reason to involve the possible new neighbours in this at all. No reason at all to talk to us about it. Typical. Typically gross and disrepectful behaviour from agencies meant to be bettering peoples lives...and I thought they were there to better ALL OF OUR lives. Silly me

What did you just call me?

Have you seen the photos over at Viewfinder View? You should go check it out...and I may have to go look for an old camera and try out the ttv technique so I welcome any suggestions in that department. Anyhow, Val Cox over there has posted all these photos of kumquats on her site. I LOVE kumquats. When we lived in Vancouver, when I got the hankering for this delicious little treat, we'd head off to Granville Island. We could usually find them there, tree ripened and not too dear a price. Plus, we got to putter around the market, window shop all the funky little places, try to pick out which floating house we would buy if we could, pick up something artsy fartsy at Opus....I know Michael doesn't miss living in Vancouver, but I do. We lived in a BIG city with a fraction of the issues of this little town(known as Crack City in other places)...and there was stuff to do, too. Here on this island, Vancouver Island, when I do find Kumquats, they are not ripe. They don't ripen if you pick them too early. And? Super expensive. Last week, though, Thrifty Foods had organic kumquats, tree-ripened for 5 bucks a pound. Not too outrageous...not for the best treat ever. Oh happy day.

In twenty years, maybe I'll be picking them for free.

We'll follow the sun......

Oh, it's been a glorious week. Cold, frosty, joint achingly so...but clear and sunny, all the same. I felt like a different person. I cleaned the house, every corner, every window ledge, door frame, baseboard...I banished dust and opened the doors to air out the old house must...and I sang while doing it! Coffee on the back deck wrapped in my big sweater. Lots of good dog walks. Off to the beaches and the best spots because we wanted to really enjoy it all. This afternoon, the clouds look to be rolling back in. I'm not ready to say goodbye to the sunshine just yet. Sigh. It's been such a nice visit.

What a deal......

This notorious building has been rented to crackhead after crackhead after crackpot after dealer after "tinkerers" after crackheads after crackpots after....well, you get the point, eh? Every time someone is kicked out of there, it's in worse shape than before and the landlord(you all should know who I'm talking about by now) does nothing to upkeep, upgrade, upscale.... just up yours, basically. The last tenants were busted, four cop cars for four hours there, I hear. We weren't home. And the truckloads of filth and waste hauled out of there after. Gross, but not the first time...nor the second, third, fourth or fifth. It's been "for sale" for a while. It's been "sold" a number of times. He holds the lease and when the new "owners" default, well, he steals the building back. Only it's not stealing. It's criminal, but it is not illegal. And he's been asking a lot for it, considering it's a hole. But wait, what is that sign?!?

Blow out pricing!!!! What a steal...er, deal. $300,000.

That's the price of a hole these days.

Do you think he'll throw in those two toilets there that have been sitting out there for weeks? Cuz, dang, that would surely seal the deal for somebody.

Any takers?