Dear Friends,
When I was living my old little life, minding my own
business (Before Bill 115), every so often, I welcomed a painless, relaxing
massage. Lately, I have seen more of the masseurs, than my own children.
Yesterday afternoon, Dmitri was not available, so I took my
aching body to Jason, not as tall and fetching as Dmitri, but much more
knowledgeable!
As soon as he took possession of my big toes and heard me
scream, I learnt that all my internal organs are malfunctioning. Apparently, at
every turn, knots, that I call missed deadlines, forgotten paperwork, misplaced
records and Bill 115 have blocked my chi!
An excruciating hour later, as I put Jason’s hefty bill next
to my physiotherapy and night guard receipts, I realized the government’s “master
saving plan” is devaluing me in every imaginable way. Perhaps at this point,
retirement is the most cost-effective lifesaver! Although I must say, the logic of living on “fixed
income” at the time of deterioration has always escaped me. And, I’m not even into scalpels or needles.
Unfortunately, my last year’s “gratitude attitude” has
turned a deaf ear to my pleas to return and save my soul. Thus, I have no
choice but to put myself back on the market for a daddy. With what's left of me, I’ll
have to forgo the sugar. Accepted and filed!
What have you accepted and filed, today?
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