slothrescue3  I use my stats as a guide to tailor my writing to whom the audience is. Different people like different things. I just get the country folks come from. If you write a reply there is a little bit more data that I receive. Or maybe there isn’t, no one has left a comment for a long time. This picture of a sloth is my spirit animal. I used to think it was a coyote, chameleon or other things but after contemplating it for a long time I came to this. I am slow. Not dumb slow regular slow. Some might say otherwise. I forgot where I got this picture from but if you know who took it give me their name so I can credit them. Poetry & other weirdness is on the way. It’s hard to get going again. The worst thing I do is spend too much time on Facebook. Anyhow ciao for now.


Today started out like most days, I slept in a little later than I should have, but when you have no full time job & your part time one isn’t that reliable you don’t have much structure. Well there is something, I go to the gym 5 times or more a week & do laundry twice because I don’t have a million sets of clothes.

Unlike most days I was kinda’ excited about this one. I was supposed to meet a Nepali I have been matched with (through an immigration program) & my goal is to introduce him to Canadian culture. Today we were supposed too go to CASA & see the art & if lucky get the grand tour if one of the staff were available. I waited outside patiently & watched a street person mooch a cigarette off of a Syrian. When we were both done we looked over at each other & laughed because the way she did it was kinda’ humorous. Anyhow it was after our arranged meeting time so I wandered into the school & inquired about Dil at the desk. Apparently  Dil was ill so I went home kinda’ bummed out.

I got home fiddled around & got ready to go to the gym. Hopefully Tim or Andrew or both of them or maybe even Alexis would be there. It’s funner to work out with someone than by yourself.Plus we kinda’ push each other sometimes to go a little bit more than previous times. Anyhow it ended up with just Tim & I. We did back exercises. One of them was on a machine & the other was dead lifts. I used to be able to do 90 pounds which isn’t much but I’ve kinda’ gone soft & am now down to 60 pounds. After those Tim had to leave early so I went & did the elliptical like I usually do. I usually do Kilimanjaro under the hill setting & for resistance I go for 25 which is the highest you can set it for. If I am alone at the gym I do 40 minutes & a 5 minute cool down. If others are there I usually just do 20 minutes plus a 5 minute cool down after we’ve done our thing.

Once done at the gym I decided to go to CASA anyways. Rick’s show would only be up until Monday after it’s run of who knows how long. I visited the main gallery first & wasn’t really impressed with it. Some lady did some stuff & it just didn’t strike a chord with me. There were a few pieces done with mirrors that I liked but other than that that was it. I wandered to the front desk & it was manned by Pam & Brad the maintenance supervisor was there too. I asked where Rick’s stuff was & was told it was on the second floor. I seen Suzanne through a sliver or window she was in a meeting with some people. Suzanne is Claire’s mom. She was also one of my classmate in Claire’s classes which I found out about    a long time. We’ve been classmates for while at various locations through the city.

After climbing the stairs I was huffing & puffing a little bit, I have to quit smoking it’s killing me. Anyhow there was Rick’s stuff on the walls & in cases. Rick is one of my favourite artist he does stuff that resonates with a lot of people. Right away 2 frogs standing up holding flippers in a frying pan caught my eye & as I wandered down the halls I got swept away into Rick’s world. Then before I knew it, it was over & I was at the glass door that leads into another part of the hall & is near the dance studio. Then I heard it the unmistakeable sound of people tap dancing. My heart beat a little faster because I knew who it was, it was Claire leading a class through a lesson. I looked into the window as I past & she seen me & I saw her. I have not been to class in over a year because I can’t afford it right now. So I wandered to the top of the stairs & then I heard a thump. It was Claire & she was smooshed into the window & had her hand up in a hello fashion. (It kinda’ reminded me of the scene in one of the Star Trek movies where Spock has his hand stretched out to Jim) She’s my favourite teacher & I think I might be one of her favourite students. I looked up & waved as I descended the stairs. One of these days I will get back to class.

Oh & I picked up the guitar & fiddled around with it for 5 minutes today. Back when I lived in Calgary in the early 2000’s I had written over 50 songs & was a familiar face at open mic, open stages & jams but that is another story. Another story you might find in my auto-biography if I ever finish it. I am over 1/3 done. One of my New Years resolutions was to get back at it.

I guess that is it for now.

Yay, someone from the states just read one of my posts.

H-m-m-m-m-m! What to write about? Today at work it was a wee bit hectic at times. Never have I made so many cheese burgers. As fast as I could cook them they went out. Normally there’s just 2 cooks & Michael helps out when stuff starts to get hairy. Today we had 6 people pumping out the food. We were not a well oiled machine but we accomplished our mission & that mission was feeding the people who were at the event.

Right now I am writing this & trying to find a new photo for the “Most Vocal Poets Society- Getting The Word Out” group on Facebook because I’m the admin. The newest member is saying stuff about the photo & how it offends her. I’d normally say find another group, but she’s a friend & Lethy is  (Lethbridge for those of you who don’t know where I currently am) a small town & we bump into each other often.

So I have spoken to a previous admin via chat & he & I agree that it stays. Hopefully I won’t get struck by lightning bolts. She’s a witch & even though I don’t really believe in that too much you never know what can happen. I’ve seen a lot of strange things in my life & I’ll probably see a lot more. Anyhow I’m gonna’ go have a cigarette, watch Rambo III & crash. I will try to visit this place more often.

feb2017jwgWell what can I say? Writing on my blogs, building my website & doing graphic design used to be my main passions but somehow, someway everything got pushed to the side. Nothing really new has been going on. I will try to make it here more often. I took a look at my stats & they’ve fallen. I used to have people from every continent except Australia & Antarctica. I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it before but I am about 1/3 done my autobiography. That too has been shuffled to the side. The only thing really new is I’ve been working out at the gym with a couple of buddies since July of last year. I am doing okay but could do more if I had my abs attached properly. I had a surgery a few years ago & one day my stomach literally exploded all over a nurse & I had to regrow a gaping hole in my stomach cell by cell. That took a few months. I have a hernia to boot as well. Anyhow that is it for now.

I am writing my auto-biograhy. I’ve got 60-70 pages written down so far, but I’ve hit a wall & I’ve got to find my way around it. I didn’t keep a journal or anything like that for most of my life so there a lot of gaps, most of which I can fill in a little. Also add to that my age & memory isn’t so great after all this time. Still none the less if & when I do get it done it will be a monumental feat. Also I have read around 5 or 6 auto-biographies & there isn’t anything like mine out there. It spans everything from the mundane to the supernatural. Anyhow that is all for now.

I can sense everyone freaking out about the way I’ve altered my normal workout routine. If this was Penticton B.C. no one would care. They be like oh it’s just Jeff doing something rather unconventional again, no big deal. In Penticton I was in a para-military group called The Rangers & I was the D.I.. We used to train out in the mountains in places where there was not a lot of people. I however don’t have immediate access to the mountains so the coulees will have to do. I am doing nothing that hasn’t been done before. I do not see the big deal & as for my pants they are just pants. 5.11 is worn by lots of folks it just happens that I am one of a few in Lethbridge who wear them. The reason why I wear them in because they are rugged, comfortable, & have lots of pockets. I used to wear jeans but you can’t carry as much stuff. Plus jeans are uncomfortable. they have this point in the back where al the stitching meets & it used to dig into my spine & I did not like that. As for overall style I dress kinda’ like a rebel would in Star Wars. Maybe in a later post I will return & fill in some more details about the Rangers but it’s not a lot & I eventually got kicked out because I did not take it seriously.

That’s what it said in the before I entered a title. Anyhow I have been working away on my autobiography. Between living & writing there has not been a lot going on lately. I have a new neighbour. He has a dog. That dog is a Pit-bull. It’s name is Bowser. Bowser is a pretty common name for pets these days. If I had a pet I’d probably name it Einstein or something equally as odd. Anyhow sooner or later I will be re-called to work. I don’t want to go back. My job is stressful. Maybe I’ll find something else & go with that for awhile. I asked if Petro was hiring to one of the guys who was working there he said yes. That would be odd going back there but at least it is pretty basic compared to what I do. Or maybe if I went back they’d have me in some place not as stressful as where I was/am. It’s getting late I should get to bed. More updates,etc., to come. Ciao for now.