Calm amid the storm

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Hurricane Ian is tormenting the Caribbean, an Asteroid was destroyed by NASA and President Biden still has his head buried in the sand.

However, I’m serene. I don’t look at the news anymore, and I love life; now. I helped my Artist Friend yesterday, by taking him to the Mental Health Unit – and Tesco – in Cookstown. Then we went to an Art Class, in Moneymore, together. I was running on pure adrenaline – as I had little sleep the night before. And dealt with melters on the road tailgating me. But it was service, gladly rendered. Also, the Art Teacher said that he used to attend Arts and Crafts Fairs at Glenmornan Gaelic Football Ground; which I photographed last month, and attempted to paint at the Class.

I feel that doing things I enjoy, rather than exert myself with daily grinds, helps me. Also, I gave up Red Bull, Hot Food Counters and Coffee over the past few months. I respond, rather than react.

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Moving soon

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I now have the keys for my new home. In the meantime, I’ll keep moving everything over; while thanking God for his goodness.

My plan is to buy another property, to rent out, while focusing on my vision; poetry and podcasting. Watch this space.

Also, I’ll attend a Month’s Mind Mass this evening – at Lissan Chapel – for a Fourth Cousin who committed suicide.

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Home and Land sold

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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?)

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Moving next month

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With September on its way, I don’t have to worry about school or Uni anymore, I will be moving to a bungalow I placed a deposit on – a few miles from where I live – within the next three or four weeks. God willing, the sale of my family home and land concludes this coming Friday.

Given the amount of money I’ll receive, minus the value of my new home, I should have enough to last me thirty years; provided I maintain an expenses cap of £1,000 a month. With the prices of goods going up alarmingly, that will be a mammoth task. However, I have become teachable. I may even begin growing spuds for myself. (the new bungalow has a greenhouse in its back garden, as well)

I have also started using Brave browser, and they have ‘Rewards’ with Crypto Trading. Perhaps I would need help on that, I have about as much foresight as those who planned the Afghanistan/Iraq invasions. However, I have been curious on the issues of alternative investments. Never enter the Jungle without a Guide.

Last Wednesday, I was at Belfast Zoo with WAVE Omagh. Which brings me to the Proposed Troubles Pension. I have up to five years to complete the application, but only get one crack at it. Hopefully, I’ll get sufficient evidence of my Mental Health issues, and loss of income, caused by my Father’s death to merit an award.

That’s the plan.

Meanwhile, in the Gaelic Football World, Tyrone defied logic by beating Kerry in yesterday’s All-Ireland Semi-Final. In Proper Football, the Bees are still unbeaten. But Arsenal still haven’t scored, and had another tame surrender.

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Dissociating

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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.

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Hopefully moving soon

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My family home and land have been sold; we’re waiting for legal and bureaucratic issues to be ironed out before my brother and I get the money. And tomorrow, God-willing, I would find out if I am the only bidder on a bungalow I expressed interest in last week.

This will be the beginning of the end for the chaos in my life. Closure of my family fear of money will help create abundance. For now, I’m surviving.

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Kids with Autism

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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.

Foodbank

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A life above the threshold – based on land rather than savings – has got to the stage where I require the food bank. It happened to me before, five years ago, but this time it’s in the isolation of the countryside; with my car requiring a new clutch. Without a job, I’m banjaxed.

I feel a bit let down by others. However, that’s how the chips fall. Whenever the rest of the world called Red, I called Black.

Now that I know who helped me, I can streamline my contacts.

Trying to avoid the news

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The news, even Social Media, is freaking me out. I, genuinely, believe we’re in Dante’s Inferno. However, I can only change myself. No more attempts to save the World; while still going to McDonald’s and Starbucks! (j/k)

I feel a bit bland. Having set myself challenges for 2020; the past eleven months have turned everything upside down. God will sort me out. There’s no one else to turn to.

Poem – I don’t want to wear a mask!

The Golden Circle of Ocean Colour Scene

Politicians talking one for the team

Won’t end until there’s a Vaccine!

I don’t want to wear a mask!

Expressing solidarity

with Ruby, Jenny and AP

Twelve hour shift, but only lasted three!

I don’t want to wear a mask!

I don’t want to wear a mask!

I want to remember the Holy Child!

It’s a hard, but worthy, task

Manchester and London reconciled!

A bypass full of dense fog

Thinking of an infected Sprog!

Punk by nature, but playing Prog!

I don’t want to wear a mask!

They said that my leader is a whore

While sorting out the de-gown chore!

Left me breathless, contact Jim Corr!

I don’t want to wear a mask!

I don’t want to wear a mask!

I’m not riding a peleton bike!

Coffee in a Tim Horton’s flask

Turning me into David Icke!

Couldn’t fit the suit, due to my groin!

Too fond of a sirloin

And a perfect pass by De Bruyne!

I don’t want to wear a mask!

No more open pubs

To hear the bitching about the Dubs!

Davy Crockett, but without Tubbs!

I don’t want to wear a mask!

I don’t want to wear a mask!

It’s a cartoon from the eighties!

Too much wealth Monegasque

Sent over to fix Haïti!

A lifetime with Autism!

The Reformation and the Great Schism!

The world’s now just one huge prison!

I don’t want to wear a mask!

Looking for work? They don’t care!

We all now have to do our own hair

‘Cause the Kingmakers are all on Welfare!

I don’t want to wear a mask!

Kiboshed Plans

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After just three hours into the Covid Lab job, I was gasping for air, due to the mask, and I resigned.

My plan now is to look towards better money management. I would definitely have failed the Marshmallow Experiment. 😐 But my brother will contribute, more, towards the bills.

For now, I have to borrow a friend’s laptop – he’s my Bubble – and see what I can do. One good bit of news, for this week, is that I lost three and a half pounds.

I prayed, at Noon today, at the Chapel in The Rock. It’s part of an, Ardboe-themed, amends as one of the pews at the back is dedicated to the family of a Gaelic Football Referee. 🙂 But it was disused at this moment.