The Train.

The other night the 16 YR old's train from London(which is a 5 HR trip anyway without delays) was supposed to arrive at 11 pm. It didn't. There was a delay( like there usually is every time she's taken the train) whether there was a jumper or some sort of mechanical or weather(it was pouring rain) issue or what, they were never told, but it got stuck in Oshawa for some reason so my hubby had to drive all the way to Oshawa ( a 90 minute drive each way) so they didn't get home until 2 am. I'm sure he was just "thrilled" about that, like the time I arrived home from Jamaica and my flight was delayed by hours and my airport pick-up ride just abandoned me there at the airport because I was "too late" and I called him in desperation to come pick me up as I was left stranded and he didn't want to ( 2 HR drive each way) but he eventually did; he was just going to leave me there all night. We didn't get home until something like 4 am. It was awful. Just a note of advice to anyone travelling: always have the day after you arrive home booked off work: in case of delays and you get home really late, or just travel exhaustion and jet-lag; you need a day(if not longer) to sleep to recover!

 Yesterday it was 15 C and I was still sitting out in the sun with Buddy enjoying it. i've never been able to still get sun this late into October before; this is a new record to still be able to keep up my tan. It's like it's a gift and blessing from God, extending my "summer" even longer, and I love the beauty of fall too, the coloured leaves but the sad thing is that the pretty red, orange, gold and yellow leaves also mean that they're dead, and it was funny the day after the election too the 12 YR old asked me So, what were the election results? and I replied, Don't ask! and he goes, I guess Trudeau was re-elected, huh? and when my hubby asked me the next day if I'd heard the results yet I scowled, Shut-up!!! and he shrugged, I guess you did.... I always vote NDP even though they never win, likely because they are Socialists; basically Communism Lite and esp. now the leader is a turban-wearing Sikh; people here are racist enough still they'd never elect a brown guy PM. It's a sad fact, but true.

 I saw another drug dealer hanging around outside my house again yesterday as well but this guy  actually looked like the typical dealer though; young guy, likely 19-20 or so, wearing a hoodie and baggy jeans, talking on his cell phone, waiting for a customer. I don't care though; I mind my own business and don't cause trouble for people and let them do their own thing as long as they don't bother or endanger me I don't give a shit. One of my cousins also posted on my Facebook page that he's been smoking weed since he was 13 and I told him if he realized that he'd just "outed" himself; if he realized that both his parents are on my Facebook and will see that....and he said they know; that in grade 8 he was high at school and the Principal sent him home and his dad and grandmother beat his ass so bad he couldn't sit for a week.... he said my aunt used the wooden cheese board to beat his ass. I never knew she (or my cousin) beat their kids! I know she was always really mean( and she was always really mean to me psychologically although she never hit me) but to find out she did that is kind of shocking although I guess it really shouldn't be since she was such a mean old witch!

I also went to the Pre-Op at the hospital the other day for bloodwork and there was this Collie there(and it wasn't a service dog though as it didn't have that "sadle" on it) and it came up to me and sniffed me as dogs do and it looked at me intensely right in the eyes and gave me this sad, sorrowful look and started whining, almost like it could read or sense something in me, picking up something that made it sad, maybe it could detect I have cancer or something as I've heard dogs can detect it by picking up the scent....it's weird as Buddy does the same thing. It just makes me wonder...Yesterday I also had this strong really bitter metallic taste on my tongue and in my mouth plus tingling lips which was weird,too.... my mother also got poutine last night to divide between us so had me get utensils to share it and then she raged and yelled at me when I brought back plates instead of dishes  but I mean, who the hell cares? What's the difference? Why does she always have to make such a big deal over everything all the time? I told her if she didn't like it then she can get it herself... and then her and my hubby gang up on me  and say I'm the one making a big deal over nothing! WTF? I had a dream I met up with and shared old photos with my cousin J as well who I haven't seen since I was 13 when they cut off contact with us and I have no idea why but the  weird thing is I only have dreams like that where I visit certain people that have died (such as my babushka, my father, aunts and uncles, old friends, etc.) so it makes me wonder if she's died, even though she's only 9 years older than I am.....?