Bug Control

As we approach the first long weekend of the Summer, or so we like to call it.  It brings back memories of past long weekends.  Some of them spent flogging away at blackflies as you attempt to plant a garden.  I discover about 15 years ago I have quite the allergic reaction to these vicious little buggers - pun intended. 

One thing about living in the city, you don't have to deal with them as often and only the odd mosquito.  Surprisingly I thought there would be just as many mosquito's around due to the amount of junk behind the house here. 

But no, there's just as nasty a little monster that lurks there.  The wasp, the yellow jacket, I really don't spend enough time standing still to discover it's true indentity.  Another insect that seems to love me and I must avoid them at all costs.  Because with each bite over the years, I seem to get a worse reaction.  We're going to try hanging a wasp trap and I'd like to get one of those artificial wasp nests so they don't even nest behind the house (in the junk) in the first place.  I think Fab likes the idea of "killing the bugs" where I would just like to avoid them, period!

Mothers Day 2010

Well, it's almost that time of year again...Mother's Day.  sssssigh
It used to be a more important date for me, but now it's associated with a hint of sadness and memories.  Not for the fact that I've never had a child of my own (do Chihuahua's count?) as I still feel the same way about having children.  But, that it's been 9 years since I've lost my mother and I often think of her.  The pain of the loss has eased of course, but so many times you get caught off guard by sights, smells, sounds and so on that remind you of the ones that have passed on. It's amazing how often she and dad have been in my dreams, most nights actually. 
She may be gone, but she'll always be my mother, never to be replaced by anyone else!
Love You Mum!  - Betty-Jane - 1933-2001

The Junkyard aka: The Compound

This is what lives behind the "shack".  I can imagine what poisons have already leaked into the soil and contaminated the ground!

Although it's fenced, it can't possibly be legal in a residential area, can it?  Of course, if I were to complain, a) would anything be done and b) I would probably have to identify myself.

I can't imagine the view from the woman's house behind this as she looks out her living room window?!  Ack...

All I see out of the cracked kitchen window is a fence and a peek at the ladies house behind the "junkyard".  Mind you, I'm not very tall, so I think Fab would have a better view.

BTW, if anyone sees something they think they might need, let me know.  Then again, for him to sell stuff, it only encourages more buying and selling and trading.  He's currently at 3 cars, 2 full size pick-ups, 2 cars (parts) to make one whole Lotus and a multitude of motorcycles and scooters/mopeds.  These are located between his property and the entry into said "yunkyard".  HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY! :)

My Inner Hell

All I can say is no No NO!

My head feels like it will explode

The pain is overwhelming

both physical and emotional.

I have to get out of here,

I'm losing myself, my being.

I am not a conformist!

Take me as I am, this is it.

It's hard to see

the flowing tears, they compete

with the pounding head.

I was doing so well

and starting to smile again.

To feel a little optimism

allow myself some hope.

But another reality

almost not of this world

Decided to impose

their warped out look on to me.

Only to collapse my

fragile stick walls

While I lay broken

on the floor.

I will decide

if I can rebuild.

If I do,

I shall use stone

and set out

the dogs to protect

my fragile heart.

....argosy....

Inside my head is a voice screaming

It sees and feels all the hurt

The pain and the unjust

going on around me.

It makes me want to yell

and stomp and hit and cry.

To lose myself in a drunken stupor.

Or drug my mind to

avoid this cruel reality.

Which way is up

as I always seem

to be looking down.

There is no clarity

no written in black and white.

The words are mumbled

or not heard, barely uttered.

I need some normalicy

Balance,

Peace,

and maybe,

just maybe,

a little...understanding.

EJH 03/05/10

The Starling & it's Tasty Tidbit

Feral little bird

What have you found there?

A tasty little meal,

in the form of a pizza crust.

Previously spat out

by a street urchin

that obviously didn't meet

her epicurious standards.

I mean, I think it

was female.

It was hard to tell.

Needless to say,

the little bird,

took flight with his dinner.

EJH - 2009

In the Streets

The gutter living folk

are at it again.

Trapsing the streets

with nowhere

in particular to go.

The drug addicts and prostitutes

Drug runners and thieves.

Looking for action

some, confrontation.

Having long ago

lost their direction.

Perhaps,

even their Soul(s).

EJH 08/09