Wednesday, January 20, 2021

Reverting Back To Facebook

 As much as I tried to leave Facebook, my friends are here and an easy audience as well. This was from the latter 00's in Florida. Best friends; special union, first time.




Sunday, January 17, 2021

Friday, January 15, 2021

Thursday, January 14, 2021

GOOD-BYE LETTER TO FACEBOOK

It’s a slow process --- the use-withdrawal from the powerful big-tech oligarch sites.
It began awhile ago and now it’s time for the next steps.
I have chosen not to post any longer on Facebook and Twitter. And cut down as much as possible --- for now --- the use of Google and Amazon. Parts of those two are very useful, integral really. Convenient for sure.
I will put my personal postings on my personal blog https://mb1952.blogspot.com and news postings on my Boundaryfreepress blog https://boundaryfreepress.blogspot.com, the second which I have been doing for awhile. Both of them have email lists to sign up for and places to comment if you want to make use of either of them.
I have also started posting on clouthub under mb1952 and MeWe mewe.com/i/michaelbonner3.

Tuesday, January 12, 2021

Good Morning!

 My God will finish what he started!

Thursday, July 16, 2020

Change Here ... I Hope

I want to change this into a place of stories, but not yet. I have to get my reading discipline right first!

Tuesday, December 17, 2019

December 17th, 2019

How did it get to be today's date? It was 2000 a little while ago!

I am very crippled. It is hard to get around. I go to a lot less places than I used to. And this snow and cold is very restrictive.

The few places I do go to, I am quite certain the night before that I won't be able to do it. I resign myself to the fact that I may not be able to go at all.

Yet every time I manage to do it.

That has become the pattern in life.

However, the days are full and I enjoy them.

Saturday, July 20, 2019

Some Things Can Not Be Explained

I might as well tell you another story now. I was there; I saw it happen; I cannot tell you how it happened. Read on and be as amazed as I am. 

Yesterday I was getting out of my car which takes some effort. I was talking to my mom and two sisters on the phone. I put the phone on top of the car and took a few things off the front seat. I then closed the front door. What happened next I cannot explain. 

The phone somehow jumped back into the car. I don't know how it happened and I didn't see it happen; I did, however, hear it bounce a couple of times inside the car. Against what and where I do not know. And the door closed with my fingers in it. 

So there I was with a phone call inside the car that I couldn't get to and the door closed with my hand stuck in it. I was in what you would call a predicament. My main concern was making sure my fingers were okay and that I get back in touch with my mother and two sisters as soon as possible. And this happened right away! 

When I opened the door my fingers were okay and the phone was upside down on the floor. What route it took to get there I do not know. Happy that I was back on track, I put the phone back on top of the car and closed the front door without my fingers in it. I was very thankful it went the way it did. The adventure continued while I emptied the back of the car and slowly made my way into the house, all the while talking to my sisters and mother. 

Once inside and sitting down I was amazed that I got out of that situation. I'm very pleased and thankful.

 But later that night when I reflected upon the whole matter, I was suddenly struck by the question, "How did I get the car door open?" I only have one working hand and it was stuck in the door. The other hand can't do anything and even if it could it would take great effort to even move it. And there was no effort whatsoever involved because I would remember if it was so. I had that phone out of the car and I was carrying on in no time. And even as I sit now, I still have no idea how I got the car door open!!!

Sunday, March 24, 2019

Gone Bad

A rash has developed in the fold of the right elbow. The arm is so folded up, no air gets in.

Mad itching is everywhere now. No escape. (Pruritus?)

It's wearing me down. Could sure use a big healing.

Friday, March 8, 2019

Didn't Go

Tuesday before last at 3:30 in the morning, I was going to wish my friends well on their 6 am trip to Orlando. Just before I sent the text, I realized it was still a week away. I had another week yet.

I thought about it some more during this sudden bonus time!

But in the end, I decided I was not well enough to go so far. And aloness factored into it too. I think I wanted some leading and more peace about such a journey. I had neither.

It was fun though to be in the excitement of possibility again!

Thursday, February 21, 2019

UPDATE

Never has the door been more wide open For about two weeks now. Even my commitments can be neatly rearranged.

I have an escort essentially from my house to the Orlando airport. And back if I only want to go seven days.

My plan would be to go to my ocean motel and visit my friends a few hours away a couple of times mid-day.

How long my trip would be doesn’t have to be set.

I have tried going two different ways and coming back one of three ways, with stop-offs in two different places.

All the fares are most excellent, as are the times.

Very exciting.

Everything is set except my body. Every sign says no go. Almost as warnings. To go is to invite major trouble.

Almost like being in a wheelchair and coming to a major drop off. I look and say I think I can make it, but if I don’t this can go terribly wrong. And I’ve had my full quota of terribly wrong in this life.

I have purposed twice recently to start steps to go on a trip before. Once I was in motion, the first trip self-aborted. The second must have been more minor because I had finished packing and was all ready. Thinking!

Aha, yes. It was more local. It was almost a test. Then I then realized I was going to fill a need that wasn’t really there. Once I saw that, the air went out of the idea!

So here I am with a crippled body with great limits combined with a couple of new factors that I can’t control and haven’t found a resolution to.

So the way is clear to go on journey in so many ways, but my living vessel is a major obstacle.

Could I complete the trip? Probably. It’s just one small step after another. I can do small steps. And eventually, all those small steps will have added up into a major completed journey.

But what little wisdom I have says no go.

And there it be!

Saturday, January 5, 2019

Saturday, January 5

Someone pointed it out to me around 2006. I had no idea it showed. But over the years I have become very aware that in the days before I go on a trip I am filled with anxiety.

It is so silly and is not intentional or chosen, but it is clear it is there. And lately, I have noticed something almost always goes very wrong. But it always turns out good.

Just before the New Year, I ordered some wheelchair accessories from Texas.

The choice was $8.99 shipping to the Curlew, Washington, post office or $141 via UPS to Canada. I chose Curlew!

They shipped it UPS anyway to the Curlew General Store at the post office price. I find it very difficult to get into the Curlew store; the post office is preferred. However, there was nothing to do about that now. It would arrive Friday.

I had the driveway shovelled on Tuesday so I could get out. Every morning I woke up and my insides screamed, “I don’t want to go. I DO NOT WANT TO GO.”

By Thursday I decided I would go down on Saturday instead. I like travelling early in the morning rather than the afternoon. I do better.

Besides, Saturday the border crossing might be more relaxed.

The parcel arrived as scheduled and I left on Saturday. I arrived at the border after a 15-minute drive just as it was opening. Perfect.

There were two officers. One was fat times three and the other looked like he had slept in a dumpster before getting in his uniform this morning. Obvious degenerates and unredeemables!

They were both very pleasant and passed me through. I love them!

A further 20-minute drive on icy roads got me in front of the Curlew General Store at 9:23. Wonderful!

But wait! The store is closed! How could that be?

Perhaps it doesn’t open until 10 on Saturday. I waited ‘til 10 and struggled to the front door. It was still closed and dark. Oh no! Do I come back on Monday?

Never give up! I rapped on the door with my cane. No answer.

But from some distance away, a degenerate couple saw my situation and drove to me and informed me that the owner had died and the store might not reopen.

Oh. That was sad. And there was a lot of history there.

But what about UPS parcels?

Oh, those. They pointed to a place down another road where someone was taking care of that.

Was I ever glad I met those people then. Or I would have sadly come back Monday to the same situation.

There was another adventure in this unredeemable backwoods at the end of America, but I will skip that and jump to the temporary UPS place.

The sign out front said open 9-3, Monday to Friday. Oh no. Now I am back to where I was.

I slowly turned the car around and was about to drive away … NEVER GIVE UP. So I stopped and looked towards the very back of the place and thought I saw a person through the window.

Getting out of the car slowly, I yelled loudly, “HELLO?”

A man came out and opened up the gate and I explained the situation to him and he said that he would be glad to help and quickly went back and got my package.

I thanked him very much and mentioned that maybe I should have come on Friday. He said, no. He had been away Friday!

Oh my!

On the way home I thought probably all the people who helped me today has guns and Bibles! Such degenerates!

I pulled over alongside the highway to change mp3 shows. Just as I came to a stop, the entire load of snow slid down off my roof covering my whole windshield. Good timing.

Sailing the rest of the way through customs and home, I tried to come up with a synopsis for all these adventures. It was simple.

God pulls me screaming and fighting to all these places so He can bless me!

Friday, November 23, 2018

That Was Interesting

I took a sudden unplanned trip 265km away to see my grandson play hockey.

Getting up at 3, I left at 4:15am. I was aware as I went that I would never do such a thing again. Any plans of future travel have to be abandoned.

There was one moment of potential disaster about 2/3's of the way there. It turned out that it passed, but oh ... such challenges are regular now.

Shortened ending is that the trip finished with good memories which were experienced by all and the trip home was wonderfully pleasant.

Now that I am home, I once again ponder on the future, sketching plans but committing to nothing but a close relationship with the Lord.

Sunday, October 28, 2018

Road Narrower

I fell two times in the last two days. Not good.

The first time, I fell on the bed. That was a good thing.

The second fall was out of control backwards to the floor.

I always thought if I could just get to the bed somehow, then I could get up with the help of the pole.

I got the first done but the second couldn’t be done. I can’t get the lame leg under me and the good leg can’t push me up by itself. And with only one functioning arm, the second just can’t pull enough to compensate.

I managed to get my belly on part of the bed and part of one leg. The useless arm was pinned under me and the lame leg was a dead weight holding me back.

With time and great effort, I managed to slither a bit more on. But there was nothing for the left arm to grab onto to pull me along. It couldn’t reach the far side.

Eventually and awkwardly I arrived! I don’t think it can be redone.

I ended up fully on my stomach. I haven’t been in that position for many, many years. It felt good, even with an arm pinned underneath!

Now, how do I turn over? That was more manageable and eventually, I was up and around again. La di da!

This adventure has sure revealed how narrow my road is now.

Friday, October 26, 2018

Dangerous

Every day, on the most basic level, I am aware that travel would be a dangerous enterprise.

Many things go wrong and there are too many restrictions.

Thursday, October 25, 2018

Forming

It's been there a while but I rejected it and paid no attention. It was definitely not a preference.

But it quickly developed into a real possibility the other day, like a tropical storm forming in the tropics.

Will it fully develop? I do not know.

There is much to flesh out in the plan, but that is all secondary.

The basic structure is set and it depends on two people. I cannot impose here or get involved without being asked. It must have a natural development, which is out of my control.

The same way a tropical storm develops.

Just in case it becomes a reality, I downloaded Lyft and Uber!

This plan involves airplanes and has a Jan or Feb timeline, though I would prefer March.

And here I let it go.

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Stopped Quick

After my last plan came to a close, I immediately pencilled in a new plan, starting in perhaps Jan or Feb.

The beginning hinged on only one thing. 

I enquired about the one thing and it instantly evaporated. 

So much for that!

I get the message!

Plan cancelled.

Monday, October 15, 2018

Window Closed

It was half-way through Oct. 12 that I realized the time was now. If travel was to happen, it had to be now.

I purposed to begin packing the next day. It once was my observation that when it was a God-ordained trip, the packing went swiftly. I would take that step and see what developed. There was excitement building.

The first thing to do was collect a pre-arranged favour from a neighbour. It was sort of crucial.

Our communication link was broken that day and I couldn’t quite get through. Hmm. Maybe later. As the day progressed, the packing never began. It was slipping away.

By day’s end (though I had postponed everything one day by now) I realized it was too late. The time had passed. It was too late --- and too cold --- to get to Montreal and out again before the winter took hold.

Yesterday, I was resigned to the fact that the window had closed. (Yet, on the 12th, everything that had to be completed was now done!) Also yesterday, I was trying to put on my new insurance decal with one hand. It was cold with nowhere to sit. The short of this is that I didn’t put it on real good and put a hole in it. I suppose it will do, but it made me realize --- again --- what bad shape I am in, that the whole trip was a bad idea; an impossibility.

I also realize how easily I sink into despair when something goes wrong. And it seems every day, something goes wrong. By day’s end, I was thinking I would have to give up driving and to prepare for it.

What a shift in just a few days.

Now it is a new day. Hope never dies.

Thursday, October 11, 2018

Just Let Go

Trust in the Lord with all your heart; lean not on your own understanding.
In all your ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct your paths.
Be not wise in your own eyes ...

Monday, October 8, 2018

Window Closes

Daily I seek God's will, as best I know how.
Wisdom tells me that travelling in my condition is not the best of ideas.
Perhaps it's not wisdom; it's just common sense.
Whatever it may be, the window is about closed.
Emotionally I think I'm ready to go. The challenges, I think I'm ready to take on.
The excitement level is there.
But if I'm to go to Montreal first, it is almost too late now.
I think October 11th would be the last date to leave.
Maybe until October 12th or 13th but I think that may be asking for trouble,

Sunday, August 12, 2018

Last Window?

Took a trip to the Curlew, Washington post office the other day. It was a test of sorts. I decided to take a walker instead of the wheelchair.

Am not the driver I once was. Have to be more alert. It went mostly well, even mostly pleasant. But there is enough awareness to know that there is no room for error anymore.

When the journey was over, I felt good about it --- very satisfied. Mostly because I had overcome difficulties in what I knew might be an impossible task.

Meeting some very helpful people is always a good feeling. It kept alive the wonderful joy of possible upcoming travel.

But, I have to go back to the difficulties and know it’s a whole different scenario when the difficulties will be constant and the distance away from home increasing by thousands of miles.

All that to say, the third and perhaps last window for car travel over this great distance --- a minimum from Western Canada to Florida, Montreal and back again --- is in front of me now. It closes around mid-September.

I am reminded daily through severe restrictions that it is foolish to even think that this is possible.

But, also, daily the dream persists. With God all things are possible. What a wondrous sense of accomplishment and victory would ensue if completed.

And all that would happen along the way can only be imagined!

But to force such a journey outside of God’s will is a no-no.

So, I patiently wait knowing fully that this dream may pass me by as just a fun idea.

Monday, May 21, 2018

Quiet Ride



Took a leisurely wheelchair drive for the first time this year.

I went dead slow down a long quiet road, looking all around. I saw two people, total, on the properties of the street below.

The wheelchair handles hills fine. What it doesn’t like at all is turning on an incline. Not at all.

I started around the corner slow --- I have been down this hill before --- but the wheelchair decided no slow turning.

It slid a little on loose gravel and then went straight down. “No, no, no! Not yet. First we have to complete the turn.” It wouldn’t change its mind.

It headed for the bushes, but before it got there it dropped off the road into a small pit of stones and pebbles and promptly overturned sending its rider for a free airborne journey, What a mangled mess. I seemed to end up on my bum, but since my leg and arm were bleeding there must have been another position enroute. It all happened so fast. The legs were all tangled up and I was stuck good!.

Then a more surprising thing happened. Before I could figure out my condition, two men were hollering and rushing to the rescue like old ambulances.

They came from two different directions almost out of sight. That was amazing to me. So fast and instantaneous. Almost like they had been waiting for this to happen. One lived nearby and the other was from Punjab, who happened to be strolling not too far away.

They struggled to get me up and after a short chat, we carried on.

By the time I got home the blood had dried. I parked the chair and am ready for the next great adventure!

Tuesday, May 8, 2018

May 8, 2018

It seems like the path of life is closing in on all sides.

Travel seems like a dream from the past. The possibility exists, but reality and common sense say it's not going to happen.

I think if I was well, I wouldn't be travelling on my big trip anyway.

I just want to help people now.