I had cold symptoms over the past weekend, and have decided to voluntarily self-isolate; as opposed to taking a lateral flow test. There was a video, where a can of beer produced a positive result. Therefore, I’m cautious of the test’s measurements.
Also, this Wednesday, I’ll undergo a fast. The fast is to heal families; broken by strained relationships. For so long, families in this country have been destroyed by conflicts. Usually over money, and status, as well as adultery and abuse. From my own perspective, I didn’t appreciate the role of the family unit until I had none left.
I’m still struggling with vices. But I keep picking myself up, and trying again. It’s how to succeed.
Last Friday, the family home and land sold for good. But the septic tank for the bungalow I’m set to move to is in a neighbouring premises. However, that is being seen to. Plus, I received an alert letter; as a stonking great water bill is due my way. The most obvious leakage was resolved today, but others need to be discussed with the new owner.
I had to deal with an issue which arose with the Christian Fellowship I had attended; which made me decide to stick to Facebook and YouTube to follow their services. But they’ll open a new Café next month, which I hope to attend regularly. God is shutting one door, so I may enter another.
Hard to believe that it will be Twenty years since 9/11. It will also be two years since Daniel Johnston passed away. That day is also the All-Ireland Final. Tyrone V Mayo. It will be a spectacle, but one team will be in the receptacle. (Imagine Patsy O’Hagan writing that?)
I have disassociated throughout this evening. After thinking of the case, in Ardoyne, where a Mentally-Ill mum stabbed her baby boy to death – her two-year-old daughter is in Intensive Care – and hearing that the Covid spike in Belfast cancelled the Cancer Ward, I felt numb and helpless. Not to mention trying to get a more expensive Giffgaff Goodybag; to get more value for Data.
The NHS site for Dissociative Disorder mentioned Eating Disorders, PTSD and Additional Stress. I may vouch for all three, off the bat. From my own experience, I depended on a Food Bank on Monday; since then, compulsively having bowls of Coco Pops.
The Bank’s solicitors – Swine – sought Death Certificates for a brother and sister of my granddad; who were mentioned on the maps for the sale of my home and land. However, I made the initiative by contacting a relative – who keeps in contact with my connections on granddad’s side of the family – and also applying for a death notice online – with a £7.50 PayPal payment – for the sister. Once I obtained the Word Document, I password-protected the file (GDPR) and emailed it to my solicitor’s secretary. God-willing, there’ll be no more bureaucratic hurdles to jump.
The purchase of the bungalow I sought has been agreed, subject to survey, thanks to a £2,000 cheque from my uncle; which I promise to pay back. It was for a holding deposit. It’s looking up.
For now, I have to live hand-to-mouth; until my next PIP payment. I depended on a Food Bank on Tuesday, and would have to rely on another one next Wednesday. However, I’m grateful for the option.
Moving is the most stressful moment in life; after bereavement. I can now vouch for that. Sorting out the wreckage of my family’s financial past is long and arduous. But I am learning so much about myself, as I go along.
I thought, as a kid, I would have the dream life. My Adult life was a Nightmare, by comparison, but it has forged me.
“Work expands to meet the deadline!” (Definition of Parkinson’s Law)
I find that my schedule has fitted in naturally. Now that I don’t pressurise myself to get up early, run my errands in my own time.
The places of worship will reopen, in Northern Ireland, this Friday. Yay! I feel that there is something to look forward to. When all around me go stir crazy, I can enjoy the serenity of my own space.
Shame about the young woman who was stabbed by her partner – a drug-addict, who also stabbed his mum. I may have known her, whenever she was younger, from an Internet Café in East Belfast. There’s a special place in Hell for the stabber.
The new car is going well. It feels liberating to drive a decent-looking car.
I feel that letting go of the need to search for jobs left, right and centre has paid off; in the end.
I got a new car last Wednesday. And, this Friday, my brother and I will be signing a probate oath; at least I assume it will be the resolution of the Probtae following gran’s death. Then, more money will arrive.
The family home and land are sold. But I have about four or five months before I have to move. Less stress. 🙂
Also, the PIP re-application arrived at the Office on Monday morning. The form was filled last Thursday. It will take a week to register on the system. But they extended the deadline to ease the backlog of cases and applications.
Feeling better. My sensory overloads over the past few weeks drove me insane. Now, I’m having more me time.
I was on a Discord Server for those with Autism, and I feel really bad about how kids are; these days. They’re unable to sleep, as well as obsessing about all the nonsense of these days. Not to mention the support for the vaccine. However, I can only focus on myself. I can’t change others.
On a more positive note, I bought a new laptop over the weekend. The rest of the bond money came on Friday morning. Alas, I can only afford a Windows laptop. Such is life.
This week, I will be focusing on the PIP re-application. I fear the future, but appreciate the present. It’s all about proceeding with caution. Just like turning left or right at the end of the road.
At the end of this week, someone will have bought our home and land. Since Sunday, I was at my support bubble friend’s home. It was the usual time away from the chaos at home. I feel better.
Yesterday, I learned how to install a .MSI package on Windows 7; to put LibreOffice 7.1 onto my mate’s laptop. His MS Office might end up locked; as it can’t be activated. When the Student’s ready, the Teacher appears.
I am trying to bring back memories of better times. On Monday morning, I saw Chatterbox – from GTA3 – on YouTube. And, this afternoon, I listened to ‘Original Pirate Material’ by The Streets. I had no responsibilities back then. However, since then, I’ve grown as a man.
Now, I’m on the hunt for a new home. And I could buy the house, there and then, with no Mortgage. Important to remember; whenever the Housing Bubble bursts.
I fear for the future, but enjoy the present. I don’t want to be vaccinated. However, resistance won’t happen through Parler. Resistance will happen through Prayer.