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The Right Tool

Pyrrhic victories

I solved one puzzle regarding the WordPress app for iPad. In order to include more native formatting in pasted text I simply have type/edit the text in Pages, also an apple app. It can then be imported into the WordPress post editor. I can’t say I really solved anything because I found a solution on a message board to a different problem, but I was able to apply the technique to my situation. Granted, I was interested in the specific case of preserving line breaks when blockquoting pasted poetry, but the method can be tried out for other cases. The general rule is to stick with the “like dissolves like” rule we learned in Chemistry oh so long ago. On the iPad, use apple apps. On my laptop, use windows apps. On the android phone, I try not to do anything too heavy.

Moose tales

For Christmas I found an opportunity to read a new Dr. Seuss book (new to me, anyway) called Thidwick, the Big-hearted Moose. Really quickly, it’s about a moose who lets animals take shelter in his big antlers, but the animals take advantage of his generosity and courtesy. This causes tremendous hardship for poor Thidwick, but he is saved at the end, and the creatures doomed, by the transitory nature of moose antlers. This story reminds of so many people I meet in the Recovery community. It is simply not possible to save every homeless person, every teenage addict, every stray cat or dog. There are always going to be more. The moral of the story is that for your own good, you have to be able to say no at a certain point – or the whole ship is going down.

I wish I could help at least one

I haven’t even been back for 24 hours and I already rue the choices that landed me here. Guest have been promised nonexistent beds, the soulless and mindless denizens of this prison are abusing the poor pet beagle psychologically and emotionally. I am serious about intervening on the poor creatures behalf – he doesn’t deserve this. The problem is that there is nothing I can do. Do I risk my living situation by speaking up about the dog? I’m on precariously thin ice as it is.

A House is Not a Home

I have been trying to find an appropriate word or expression to capture the essence of my current living condition (I am aware that I shamelessly overuse the word ‘situation’). There are the circumstances that led to me residing in these lodgings under certain, often unbearable, conditions.

Well the moon is broken
And the sky is cracked
Come on up to the house
The only things that you can see
Is all that you lack
Come on up to the house

All your cryin don’t do no good
Come on up to the house
Come down off the cross
We can use the wood
Come on up to the house

Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I’m just a passin thru
Come on up to the house

There’s no light in the tunnel
No irons in the fire
Come on up to the house
And your singin lead soprano
In a junkman’s choir
You gotta come on up to the house

Does life seem nasty, brutish and short
Come on up to the house
The seas are stormy
And you can’t find no port
Come on up to the house
[Chorus]
There’s nothin in the world
that you can do
you gotta come on up to the house
and you been whipped by the forces
that are inside you
come on up to the house
well you’re high on top
of your mountain of woe
come on up to the house
well you know you should surrender
but you can’t let go
you gotta come on up to the house

Last laughs

I meant to post this much earlier but, I got sidetracked by designing a booklet/brochure to hand out for the Addiction Awareness Club. Also, I had to blast music so I wouldn’t have to hear my roommate breathe – it truly is horrifying. There are so many ways he could die:

  • Ruptured brain aneurysm
  • Cardiac arrest
  • Collapsed lung
  • Strangulated hernia
  • Gelastic seizures
  • Stroke
  • Asphyxiation

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