From a quiet after‑work walk to the loud failures of systems meant to protect people, today’s thoughts moved between books, politics, grief, and the stubborn hope that Alberta — and Canada — can do better. A walk with Dixie, a mind full of trains arriving, and the heavy truths of a province wrestling with its own contradictions. Holding excitement for the next chapter while carrying the weight of what’s broken — and what still might be rebuilt.
Dog Walk — 17 Day's Not Releasing Myself is none to no-ones business
After work, Dixie and I headed out for another walk — the kind where the air feels a little lighter because you’ve done your shift, but the mind is still carrying its own freight. I stopped at Analog Books on the way. Picked up a new read, and another one is already on its way in the mail. I’ve been doing good lately, reading lots again, even if my brain has been busy in that way where it feels like someone’s train is arriving every five minutes. Loud. Constant. Announcing itself.
Still, I’m excited for this next part of life. Even if the book I’m reading right now is a serial‑killer local read — that’s just where my curiosity landed this week. I’m excited to pick it up again later, excited for the baseball game, excited for another writers’ group tonight. Another meet‑and‑greet, another way to pass time in the freedom of another night, another day. Word order to word order, passing through the next generational fallacy or whatever order the mind decides to throw at me.
Walking with Dixie, I learned something again: I’m not releasing myself. Not yet. Maybe that’s okay.
The Hard Read of the Day
I came across a story — someone who died by suicide after ADAP and AISH failed them. It hit hard. I read it and thought: that’s political fuckery. No dressing it up. No polite version. Just the truth of how it landed.
The sad parallel is how tightly financials are tied to everything: divorce, suicide, the whole chain reaction of human struggle. People try to stay sane inside systems that don’t always feel sane themselves.
You’re a good guy, and you’re a good lady — I cheer for people. But adults also have to cheer for themselves. That’s the part no one teaches you. It’s cruel, the ambiguity of leadership sometimes. A paradox. An enigma. Policies that look like catalysts for crises instead of solutions. Intentions that sound too good to be true because sometimes they are.
It becomes a menu of groups, a table of alliances, people making friends just to make enemies. One bad dog can throw a whole pack into chaos. But one good dog — one steady presence — can pull the whole pack back into order. Dixie reminds me of that.
The Theatre of Politics and the Weight of Reading Levels
The micromanage of the premier feels like a setup‑to‑fail syndrome. Imposter syndrome wrapped in theatre and cinema. A performance for a population reading at grade 6–7 levels, while the policies are written in Greek tragedy and Roman comedy. Grade 9 reading forms smashed against grade 11–12 comprehension. Part‑to‑whole, whole‑to‑part. Sediment of discontent piling up.
Caring for your neighbour — that’s post‑secondary level stuff. Emotional intelligence is learned experience. It doesn’t come from the mother. That’s intelligence, not empathy.
People clench their teeth through wreckage they don’t know how to name. They don’t deal with the projections, the brokenness, the fallout. They just keep going.
I’m a happy Canadian. Not a separatist. Alberta’s half out the door some days, but I still hope Canada steps up with something similar to AISH — something that actually works, something that doesn’t leave people behind.
The Walk Back Home
Dixie trotted beside me, ears up, tail swinging like she knew the world was heavy today but the walk was still ours. The sun was still ours. The next chapter — books, baseball, writers’ group — still ours.
I’m learning not to release myself too quickly. Not to abandon my own mind when it’s busy. Not to let the noise drown out the part of me that’s excited for life.
Dog Walk:
Still here.
Still thinking.
Still cheering — for others, and for myself.
17 days not releasing myself, their lays lie a problem
ai prompt for my blog below....
dixe and i go for a walk after work. i bought a book at analog books. a couple books ones on its order and is in shipping process here. i got another local read for myself for it. ive been doing good and reading lots again. although its been hard to listen on how busy my brain is. ive been saying its like someone train is arriving. im excite for this next part of life. althoroough ive been reading serial killer book this and that is a local read. excite going to pick it up and go a base ball game and then another writers gorup tonight. another meetin and greet to pass the time for the freedom of another night another day in word order to passin to the next geneti fallacy or in where any order goes proper and been dragging around to another word being order in daylight. ive learn is. Sorry to read someone died from ADAP from AISH in suicide 😭
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A sad parallel to it is
Financials are tightly linked together
With divorce, suicide, ext
Stay sane in it people—.
Your a good guy and lady
Cheering for you, people do have a responsibility to cheer for them selves also as adults
It's cruel inhuman ambiguity of the premiere is a sad paradox that people see this enigma as a catalyst of failed policy to sell things to good to be true intentions and the grace is merciless to setup a storyline for a catalyst and crisis in this and that
It's group in menu or table or only making friends to make enemies
In one bad dog chaos is reverberated to the pack of political trolls
Just need one good dog to make a pack good
The micro manage of the premiere is
Setup to fail syndrome in
Imposter syndrome
She acts it as well theatre and cinema culture of passive reading to the population as grade 6-7 reading level of Greek tragidity and Roman comedy
Grade nine level reading form to the levels of reading is spacejsmmed by grade 11-12 reading levels to look at it in part to whole to whole to part is
Sediment or partial of discontents and dissenters as a morale civic officer as programmed response on impulse and distraction
Caring for your neighbor or others is post secondary education levels
In empathy emotional intelligence is learned experience it does not come from the mother that's intelligence....
Cheering for people to see this wreckage of broken projections that most don't deal with clench teeth
Happy Canadian not a separatist
Alberta's half out. Hopefully Canada will step up with something similar to aish write me a blog post on this dog walk 17 not releasing my self their lay lies a problem
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