So as the headline reads, we are still homeless and living in a 1 room hotel. For those that need a reminder, we prevailed in Family Court a few months back. The judge ruled that our beautiful child should remain in the custody and care of his Mothers.

Now for the latest update. My wife and I just accepted Pre Trial Intervention on a 4th degree (instead of 2nd degree) charge. I’m not going to put the details here but at the end of our probation we will be able to have all the records expunged.

Through the recommendations by the YouTube algorithm I “stumbled” upon another self-help resource that can help me with my mental health challenges. And I want to share that resource with the rest of our community here, since so many have expressed their personal struggle with mental health challenges.

Many of us who struggle with gender identity also struggle with many other emotional issues and even neurodivergence. There is PTSD, ADHD, OCD, autism spectrum, depression and anxiety, to name some of the heavies. That list is most definitely not exhaustive, but it contains the issues that are most prevalent and/or that cause the most collateral issues for us.

Let us all take a moment to wish our Hostess a very happy 29th birthday! A donation to BCTS would make a marvelous gift don't you all think. After I finish this blog I will donate my usual $25.00 .

Erin thank you for this site is one of the few things keeping me sane.

I've been thinking about this since I first found out. As mentioned a couple of blogs ago, my grandson got married on the first. While at the wedding, I talked with a lot of family members that I don't often get to spend a lot of time with.

This is harder than i ever thought it would be im in New Mexico at the hospital .My Uncle is on his death bed .im the last relative he has so its my duty to be here even though he never accepted me. My knee jerk action was not to come but the more i thought about it i decided that i needed to be here for closure if for nothing else . Just please send hugs good thoughts and prayers that i get through this . As always I care about all of you sisters and friends thank you for allowing me into your lives through bc .

Eight days ago, I gained another year, but today is a much more meaningful day. This is my wife's birthday, the day that the woman I have spent 33 years with now was born. I love her with all my heart, and I thank God for her each and every day.

Lol; this year is all about elevens for me. I got married at twenty-two years old, I've been married for thirty-three years, and turned (sigh) fifty-five this year.

Wishing that all of your endeavors, and all the endeavors of all those whom you care about, bear sweet fruit in this year, and in all of your years.

It hurts when they leave.

Every time.

Sorry.

Life is currently proceeding slowly here. Silly me, I forgot to wear a mask when mowing my back yard last week. The dust and pollen I stirred up gave me a persistent case of bronchitis. The Canadian smoke isn't bad in this area, but is adding to the ozone and continuing pollen attack. I feel for the two crews putting on roofs in my neighborhood.

Fortunately, the lack of rain means the grass isn't very high yet, except in a couple of places. Hopefully, I won't have to mow again for a while.

Most of us who are somewhere on the Trans-spectrum are familiar with bullying, and to some extent even cyber-bullying.

As usual with home improvement projects, installing a new shower, and adding a sink and commode in the basement is taking longer and costing more than anticipated. The contractor is currently in the basement with a concrete saw, cutting out the floor.

Clay pipe under the floor is a good choice (in this case made in 1940) if you assume never having to excavate. It doesn't corrode. However, it is fragile. Argh. Tying modern plumbing drains into it is also a problem. Oh, and none of this is vented, so they have to add that.

I know I've already posted on my Dad, but these are some different thoughts on the topic.

I went to Phoenix (the Arizona one) August 29th. My Dad was unconscious when I got there. I talked to him and he seemed to respond. 5 hours after I got there, he died. My mom and sister had finally gone to sleep, and my aunt (Dad's sister) was resting. I was holding Dad's hand and stroking his hair as he passed away.

I haven't been on BCTS for awhile. We recently found out that my Dad has cancer. It's developed into stage 4, which is not a good thing. Really need prayers and hugs.

Nice human interest story I just read. These days, good news is always welcome.

How My Life Unfolded When My Partner And Kid Both Came Out As Trans:
https://www.cbc.ca/parents/learning/view/trans-queer-family-...

I have been following a build series on You Tube.
The Outsider's Log Cabin on a Budget.
7 years of him building a log cabin with his dad.

https://www.youtube.com/c/OutsideFun1/videos?view=0&sort=da&...
^^ his channel

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLQcTRGCCihUCujFTn4VO9...
^^ complete play list for those interested.

An update on how I am doing after the accident I blogged about last week.

I still have no memory of the fall on ice, or being airlifted to the University of Iowa's neurological intensive care unit. that morning. I don't remember anything of that morning, going to work, falling or anything. The first thing I do remember is waking up Thursday morning, 2 days after I was admitted to their ICU.

Spent the last hour and a half shoveling fourteen inches of snow. Thankfully it was light and fluffy, in mild temperature with no wind.

Rethinking the wisdom of buying a house with a double lot.

Gave away my two snowblowers when I moved to the city from the burbs. Had a big one for the driveway and a small one for the sidewalk and to blow the blow from my deck down into my pool.

Now all I have are four shovels, a spouse, and a springer spaniel (with dubious snow moving skills).

Jill

This is about a Canadian Christian Colony but it is not about their religion. They are called the Fort Pitt Hutterite Colony and they grow all sorts of grains on the Canadian prairie. When I write a story I try to make it sweet and romantic, with the characters having kind relationships, free from abuse.

I especially like the colorful, pretty dresses the women wear. I don't have direct experience with them. Sadly, I can not join their community. I hope that you enjoy this video.

So I finished the blog entry on my Dad and his heart this morning, and I leaned back in my office chair. I guess I must have, somehow, entered unknowingly into a wager saying the day couldn't be worse. Thus, my office chair decided it no longer liked me, so it leaned all the way back, depositing me in a rather undignified manner onto the floor behind it.

https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2021/08/10/magazine/camp...

This would be too hard to copy and paste. It is about a camp that was started for kids to be who they want to be.

One of my dogs apparently has a food allergy, so I've gotten her a different type of food.

She doesn't seem to like it. She has taken to trying to bury the bowl with her nose -- unless, I feed it to her by hand. Then, she is quite content to eat the stuff.

We've been having fires all over in Washington State. Most of the state has unhealthy air at the moment. A couple of days ago, you could see nothing of Seattle from the Space Needle. Now it's reasonably clear.

However, I live on the other side of the state in Spokane. We are in a valley, and have no wind at the moment, and none is expected tomorrow either.

Schools are closed, and many businesses are as well.

About a week ago, a town south of us was 80% destroyed. What a mess, on top of COVID.