I like Instagram. FB is useful. LinkedIn was... frustrating but I may try again. Tiktok is bizarre. Tiktok scares me in multiple ways. snapchat is the absolute worst save dating sites. I have not used YouTube for much more then how to type stuff.
I like Instagram because I find more real world, cleaner stuff (with exceptions). It helps me keep up with whats really happening. For me, tiktok is like crypto or nuclear power or AI... use with extreme caution.
Edward Ward was a hard man. His stubbornness had led him to a place that not many black men had arrived: the physician's staff of Memorial. His head was bald, his eyes deep, he had a hard skull. He was built like a Mason, but through long hour of study his flesh had contracted somewhat to a lean and wiry frame. He could see. He could complexity in natures. History can be denial so easily. Fear can be resentment in a heartbeat. He knew he had eyes on him, and why not? He didn't exactly fit in. His skin was dark, the color of ebony. But he trusted the system, despite evidence to the contrary he needed to believe. They ran around him, but not over him. They knew better.
He had paid his dues. Now he was assigned to the Psychiatry unit down by Memorial. He had lived for a while in a house off the motor mile. Then things got complicated.
She had meant so much to him. They had been through highs and lows. Through so many surprises and setbacks. Helen. He had asked her to marry him. It seemed like that was when it went wrong. He tried to understand. He would have followed her. He liked his job, but it was her he had wanted. The job was what he got. The bottle followed. It helped him put things away. He liked Whiskey or Rum. Wasn't into the Wine or Beer thing. Straight for the good stuff.
So, he took a little fall, one that did not go unnoticed. It took some jiggering. But he prioritized. After Helen, his job was everything. He walked out. She liked the place, so he let her keep it. Rented a room in a large house over by the park. It was quiet there. He had laid some change down for a 300i, and he liked to go for a long drive with a cigar lit. He would play Jazz on the stereo.
It was time to make amends. It was time to turn the page. It was time to help someone else.
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Dearest Jenn,
Such a pleasure to chat. Such witty humor. It's so nice to talk to people my age. They really get me. I like the way some people talk. The word choice. The tones. There's so much depth to some conversation.
Unfortunately, I like your ideas. So I might have to use them. I made some notes.
I particularly like the Arugula Berry Salad idea that you referenced from Natasha's kitchen, the avocado egg salad recipe looks intriguing. The Downshiftology and Nutritional Psychology websites look fascinating. I'll have to google some foods.
Such a strange thing when males are not allowed in the kitchen. I'm glad you can relate on the toxic male thing and an individual focused treatment approach.
I loved K-. She was so great. It was draconian, what she taught me. The vegan type of stuff. But I really liked starting out with the really hard rules. I liked that she suggested it could be flexible. I liked that she treated me like family. It really helped. I was in a dark place then.
I'm not good at trusting certain types of people. Autism Spectrum/PTSD hypersensitivity. I'm glad I've met some people that I can handle.
Best,
Ashes and Dust
The foot numbness is gone!! Now it hurts. The arch. Right foot. But this is good news! The headaches and the face pain also seem slightly better. I celebrated by buying a new hammer, replacing some toilet flappers, and picking out replacements for some damaged furniture from the Memorial Day Sale. A new recliner sofa, dark faux leather, and a new recliner, coffee colored. I'm going to have to throw out the futon. Unless anyone wants a futon with a broken leg? It's gonna rain again and I'll have to dig out my backyard drain... always clogs. Hopefully today I'll get some more cleaning done, review the recipes from the nutritionist, maybe exercise, write, and then tomorrow set up that printer so I can print out and mail taxes.
