Tuesday, October 15th
Well, I suppose that I never mentioned a trip down south, for an entire year, earlier, did I? Well, then I guess it's high time I did.
So, for a long, long, long time Mom (and the rest of us) have ben dreaming about a road trip down to Mexico, Belize and possibly beyond. This summer, our trip has taken on a new urgencies. Now, I have a question for you, have you been looking up? Well, we have. And what we've been seeing is pretty darn scary, and what the internet tells, in plum terrifying.
Now, when I say the word Chemtrails, one third of you will scoff and stop reading, another third of you will look puzzled and keep reading and the rest will frown with concern and (hopefully) believe what I am about to say next. So, when planes go flying past over head, one of two things happen.
First is, they leave a short, white trail that vaporizes quickly, leaving no trace. Or, they leave long white lines across the sky that we don't like at all. These are called Chontrails and Chemtrails. Chontrails are fine, they don't do much harm, but Chemtrails are being intentionally sprayed and are doing something called Geoengineering. It has to do with Global Warming, sort of. So, the great big idea is, to spray aluminium, barium and other heavy metals, into the atmosphere to reflect the sunlight and help stop the world from over heating. Sounds like a great idea, hun? So, of course, without thinking of the consequences, we went ahead and started spraying...or maybe someone did think of the consequences, but did it anyway. The result? Well, desertification is one. The heavy metals seed clouds, in other words, make it rain. But isn't that good? Your thinking. No. Their seeding clouds in the
wrong places, depriving rain from others. Whenever the sky is heavy with Chems, I feel tired, argumentative, depressed and sometimes I even find it hard to breath. We also think that something called HAARP is behind it all, and that their final goal is to control the weather systems, and that they already do. Just Google 'freaky weather' or something, and you'll see what I mean. Anyway, Nova Scotia is shock full of Chems right now, and that is why we are leaving.
Right now, I'm in Ontario. Our first stop. It's here we intend to buy our amazing airstream camper trailer, that will be our home for the upcoming year. Cool, huh? We left NS on the 10th, and made it here in two days. We're staying at my Grandmothers, and, yeah, it's crowded. Willow and I are sharing the downstair's bedroom, but I think tonight she intends to crash on the couch, Bridget is a noisy sleeper, and I can never stay still while dreaming of Lord of the Rings.
Today is cloudy, with a thick, ugly layer of smog wrapped suffocatingly around the horizon. A refreshing breeze brings the smell of grass and gasoline wafting in through the window. My back has been troubling me lately, I think it was all the packing. I lugged a lot of heavy bins all over the place. Up to the attic of our big purple house, for storage, into our beautiful black truck, to come with. Maybe that had something to do with it. And two nights ago, I slept funny and woke up in pain.
Thanksgiving was fun, we still have tons of turkey left over. I took a really nice walk down to Fairy Lake, a nearby park, and sat on a willow tree, draped out over the water. I must have been there for ages, writing in my book and listening to the ducks. They remind me of Piper, and, admittedly, a kinda miss the funny guy. We got a call from the Petite Reverie B&B, where he's staying with two HUGE geese, and he's doing well, which is good. I can hear construction not too far away whenever I go outside or stand by an open window, kind of annoying.
I think Willow fell off of her Ripstick not too long ago, but I think she's okay. She and I have been getting along okay, but I can tell she's stressed. Actually, we're all stressed. This leap of faith has us all on edge. She is going to be taking Hip-Hop dance lessons. And Rose is going to be doing Acrobatics-duh! The kid's a monkey! I'm going to be trying out classical, spanish guitar with a tutor who has a thick Russian accent. Wow...can't wait... Gray (his new nickname) hasn't decided yet, and all of us are doing Spanish lessons-posssibly even Gran. Mom hasn't been doing too well....this house is a chemical cocktail right now, when we first came there was like fifty scented candles hidden everywhere. Gran's a packrat, she can't throw away any gifts. She also has some scented products, and had, weirdly enough, some scented
paper? I don't get her sometimes. Yeah, I may not have mentioned this, but Mom had MCS (Multiple Chemical Sensitivities) meaning that if you wear your favourite perfume or cologne and walk by her, she know it, might get a headache, or start sneezing. If she had too many exposures at once, she could be bedridden for days with a migraine and flu like symptoms. Anyway, I don't see any chems right now, which is good, and I think I'm going to find something Organic in Gran's mish-mash fridge to eat.
Later Dudes-Grace
