You all may be sitting about with bated breath waiting to hear about the wrongful cancellation of my surgery but it is not happening today. It is necessary for me to heal, to discuss it at this juncture would be like scratching off a scab. By the way, Bated breath is a phrase that means to hold one’s breath due to suspense, trepidation or fear. The phrase ‘bated breath’o was first used by William Shakespeare in his play ‘The Merchant of Venice’ in 1596. The major character, Shylock says; “Shall I bend low and in a bondman’s key, With bated breath and whispering humbleness.”
Good news shall be inserted at this time. I am now a card carrying Muslim – which is a play on words the expression “card carrying Communist.” I braved the Department of Motor Vehicles to get an identification. I was attempting to get the mandatory identification necessary by 2022 but it was foiled due to inadequate instructions – instead I just got an ordinary identification card. My driver’s license expired while in Vancouver. Do not have a car – no need for renewal of license at the present time. I did check out the situation on my first visit, learned that a head covering may be worn for the photograph if the head covering is for religious purposes. A surly photograph taking employee insisted that I take off my hijab but I tactfully informed him of my research. He: Pull it back from your head. Me: Of course, sir. The identification card came in the mail last week. The photograph is not as attractive as passport picture nor my previous driving license but it does, nonetheless make me proud. Surly is bad tempered, ill-natured, grumpy, glum, crotchety, prickly, cantankerous, irascible, testy, ill-tempered, short-tempered, ungracious, splenetic, choleric, dyspeptic, bilious, crusty, abrupt, brusque, curt, gruff, blunt, churlish, ill-humored, crabbed, crabby, uncivil, morose, dour, sullen, sulky, moody, moping, sour, unfriendly, unpleasant, scowling, unsmiling; humorless, disrespectful; ANTONYMS good-natured, friendly, pleasant. I had been at the DMV the day before without my hijab – just a hat. I was treated in a friendly, pleasant manner but with my hijab gruff, churlish, dour and disrespectful treatment.
I had a mind bending conversation with AAA who is Asian. It was in the minutes after the cancellation of my surgery because I am a Muslim. Me: Have you ever been treated with disrespect because you are Asian. She: Yes!!Me: Oh no!! I feel so sorry for you. Now I know what it feels like! It is awful – but at least I chose a Muslim. Before that no prejudice as I am white, of European descent (Scottish), an immigrant but from Canada and a legal immigrant , therefore not the subject of ridicule. This is not curtailing my worship of Allah but I had no idea that this would happen to me, it was not anything taken into consideration.
I, and others consider, Alexis McBride a strong person.
One man said to me: He: You are the strongest person I have ever known. Then another compliment: He: Thank you God for giving her to me. She is so real – the first I have ever met.
Who was this man? The Sultan aka the Crown Prince of Dubai, aka Fazza. But he is the master of disappearing messages – what a talent. He can, of course afford a huge staff to aid his social media. Whereas, I have only AAA – on a very part time basis. I have the superior product, however. She does have an easier job, she does not have to cover over my lies and indiscretions. The wrongs levied by the Sultan occurred over a year and a half ago. Revenge is a dish best served cold. What does that expression mean? It is better to deliver retribution for an injustice after time has passed, and it can be done dispassionately. Further, n, “The popular expression “revenge is a dish best served cold” suggests that revenge is more satisfying if enacted when unexpected or long feared, inverting traditional civilized revulsion toward “cold-blooded” violence.” More can be found in Urban Dictionary: “An old, widely used phrase expressing the sentiment that revenge that is delayed, and executed well after the heat of anger has dissipated is more satisfying than revenge taken as an immediate act of rage.It has been frequently been claimed on the Internet to have originated in the novel “Les Liaisons Dangereuses” by Pierre Choderlos de Laclos. In truth, however, there are two problems with the widely circulated quotation from that book. The first is that the phrase does not appear in the novel, or anything else that de Lacois wrote. The second problem is that the French quotation used as proof is linguistically erroneous ; de Lacois would never have written the words attributed to him. Thus it bears all the hallmarks of an Internet “fact” for which someone invented an authentication that seemed plausible, knowing that it would rarely be verified.The phrase has been in use since at least the 19th century, and at least one author’s use of it back then expressed to the reader that it was an already existing dictum.”
I must remember this with Amy Blevin and her partner in crime, Melody Kane, who is the owner of At Home Caregivers.
But onto other matters of some interest. This from The NewYorker describing my sentiments toward book publishers and their ilk – which also involves agents, creative writing schools programs and the people that teach in them and all sorts of other parasites who make a living from the creativity of others while while doing their jobs.and in the midst of it – destroy the creative spirit of those very people who support them. ‘Whenever you do anything for art or the glory of God or friendship or a friend’s memory, you find someone across the board looking upon it as a business venture. If you’d thought of it in that light, you’d never have gone into it.’ ”
The dreadful creative non-fiction program at London City University was a case in point. We were ‘introduced’ to agents, publicists, and publishers and all were determined to edit us deciding what would ‘sell’. Even way back in 2014 I had a better idea and decided, using the Apple program that I would do an iBook – nobody would get their hands on the book I was writing about Uncle Dave Dryburgh. The book is about three quarters completed but my enthusiasm for the project has waned. The main reason it has waned is the immense popularity of this blog. What a writer wants in life is to be read – and there is no doubt in anyone’s mind that I am being read – by people all over the world. No one edits a word of my voluminous writing – over two million words. Viewed by two and a half million viewers the world over. I could never, ever in a million years get a readership of that extent for a book – particularly a book about a sports writer that died in 1948 when writing for the Regina Leader-Post. He was an amazing writer – his style very much like his niece, Alexis. I intend to get back to it at some point.
Now, as if I do not have enough problems!! Last night I fell out of bed. Ordinarily not a big problem but my four poster bed is a long way from the floor and I fell on a wooden step used to hop into the bed. I think I might have broken a rib, or at least bruised the rib. As I recall there is nothing to be done with a broken rib but shall call my doctor. Why me??? Why me?? I turned the wrong way. Sleeping with a huge unicorn is perhaps not a good idea. The photograph will be of my sleeping companion. His nickname is KING Horney.