Happy Mothers Day

Flowers at Dempsey Park, (c) 2023 Dunlevy Publishing

I miss my Mom. Every year we celebrate our dear mothers and I always remind my friends who still have theirs to hug them. Hug your mothers while they are still here. Without our mothers, we simply would not exist.

It’s been several years since my Mom passed. It does not every get easier. I still cry on holidays or random days. I feel like a part of me is missing. I do know that her departure forced me to mature and clean up my life. I now live my life the way she would want me to. I can no longer hide things from her, so I better be on my best behaviour.

I like to cook meals that she used to cook, to the best of my abilities. I can never replace her cooking, but I am forever thankful for her teachings. Although I was a good son, I was not perfect. I could have been a much better son. I figured she would be here forever. I want to cry as I write this.

Maybe I should cut this short. I am at one of my favorite Korean bars yet writing this post is evoking all sorts of emotions. The last thing I need is for tears to start falling and some random clown starts trouble with me. That could prove fatal for whoever crosses me.

Instead, I will stick to discipline and be positive. Do as Mom would like me to do. I shall enjoy this beer while chatting with my dear friend who works here. I will also continue plugging away at this computer because I just love working with computers. Computers are a huge part of my life. My day job, my sole proprietorship, and my partnership are all computer-based businesses. Despite my love for all things computer, nothing surpasses the love I have for my dearly departed Mother.

Happy Mothers Day. Hug yours. I wish I could hug mine again.

The Fence

Project Fence

Everyone has heard the saying, or some variation regarding “on the fence” or “…side of the fence.”

This evening, I was thinking about something which happened to me. I was reminiscing about yesterday when I felt happy and sad and happy and sad – classic manic depression. I have fought this battle for years. I have a good handle on it. But this very evening, I told a good friend about it while texting at the local bar.

After our chat, I did some reading, and chatted with my friend who is the manager. I then remembered that I had to go to the washroom before I boarded the subway which brought me here. I had totally forgotten until I could forget no more.

I ran down to the washroom and while doing my thing, I thought to myself, so and so is such a good friend. I am so thankful to have a friend like her. It felt really good letting her know about my manic depressive feeling from yesterday.

I felt happy knowing that I have friends like her who I can confide in. They say it is good to talk about things which affect you. Just talking about them has an almost magical way of making things feel better.

I started to think about other friends and how I am glad that I have a friend like her who I can confide in, but that others may “be on the fence” about such topics. I then thought, it is best to speak to your friends. If you cannot speak to them because they might end up on a proverbial “fence”, then are they really your friends? How many so-called friends can lean on this imaginary fence until it collapses and no longer shields anybody from reality?

Bikes & Sidewalk Etiquette

Sidewalks are for walking, but I understand people not wanting to ride on the busy streets. I myself avoid riding on busy streets and take to the sidewalk when adequate side streets are not available.

Ding! DING! Ding!

Am I the only one who finds it rude for a cyclist to ring their bell while riding on the sidewalk? Do they expect pedestrians to yield to them on the sidewalk?

Enjoy your ride. Enjoy your walk. Enjoy this sunny day.

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