30th September 2024
Today is when I remember the passing of Michael Elliott, I don’t know why it affects me so much. I think it’s because it was someone I knew who couldn’t face life anymore. Most of us don’t make that choice, we follow a different path that will take us to the same ultimate place.
It was a day of preparation, finishing jobs that I can leave for Kelli to finish, and folding up the pool and pressing it into a storage box. Deflating the floats took longer than inflating them, but they went into another box.
We sold and delivered our latest dresser to someone on the north side of town, that came in under the wire for September leaving it a better month than I thought.
There is some talk on the alternative media about a dockworkers strike starting tomorrow.
It’s about pay, as usual, they want an extra five dollars an hour. The talk was about the knock on effect, because so much comes through the docks, could be devastating.
Kelli was worried about my travel, will I be able to get back?
This is not about me, this is about the whole bloody country, the dumb shits in this government should not let this happen, and I refuse to panic about it.
Another Lifetime to go 