I SAW a gorgeous pigeon today in the bushes by the library. He looked just like this one, with white neck.My first thought was: What a beautiful bird.
My second said: He would make a beautiful pie!!
But I didn't trap him or eat him. Instead I stalked him with my mobile phone camera, and got shots of undergrowth with "find the pigeon" puzzle (like those hidden-object games) ~ the 21st Century "spot the difference". (These are the only newspaper puzzles I'm truly good at. Crosswords rely on spelling rather than language itself (which would appeal to me more).
Sudoku was invented by the Japanese because their language will not fit into crosswords. I recently told someone this and he was gobsmacked and said "well I never thought of that before!" ~ come on!
I HAVE YET another druggieworker as my old new one's leaving. The new one is a nutnut nurse. So I've come full circle. I even went to a dual diagnosis support group. Is it irony or fate or what is it? ~~ that I felt I had far more in common with the medicated psychotics in that room than the typical boringly alike swaggering junkies you get in other druggiemeets...?At least people who go crazy end up in different places and get there different ways. Insanity comes in strikingly varied colours. Drug addicts, on the other hand, are all such the same-same-same they are chronically boring.
The attitude is boring. The brittle exterior. The "I'm better at being an addict than you" you hear all the time. All boring boring boring. Same same same. And they're all liars. Partly because the system trains them to be... through the unrealistic expectations it places on addicts and the continual, implied threat that if you don't claim to be doing well enough you'll get cut off your script. Why on earth anyone would work with druggies by choice, especially in a "one substitute fits all" methadone clinic is beyond my comprehension... But there you go.
I'm off now for industrial cod-in-parsley-sauce on wild mushroom tortelloni with Orkney cheddar-sprinkled broccoli.So what are you having for tea?
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"So what are you having for tea?"
A bag of Funyuns and a MoonPie.
I just read a book review of a lady who worked in a methadone clinic (can't remember who, but I'll try to find it). She started out very idealistic, but soon became worn down and jaded. She said it was "lies, lies, lies" all the live long day. And NOT original ones, but the same boring stuff (as you said).
Molson: Doritos and cyder are good. But I got fed up of the woman in the Turkish shop laughing at me every time I bought yet another pack of tangy cheese. I am sure she assumed this was ALL I was eating ~ silly cow!
Lou: exactly. Much of the reason for this is that the treatment is predicated on unrealistic expectations. And the one-size-fits-all malarky just does not work :-<...
I had a Newcastle instead of tea.
I'm currently eating chicken korma and chana tikka masala with cooked rice :-)
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