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PAY ME (part one)
PAY ME
He slept in the back bedroom of the small end bungalow that was our home place, a room into which the high hedge let only meagre light, even on the sunniest day.
My aunt took him home with her from a seaside holiday. Invited here for my amusement, he struck a ghoulish tone that discomforted us beneath our laughter.
My grandmother, in her drawn-out Border brogue, would say: “Sure that oul’ thing’ll only scar’ the child.”
And so, after commanding an initial place of sideboard prominence, he found himself confined in a drawer of a dressing table in a corner of the back bedroom. There he would lie waiting for his rest to be disturbed by someone, usually me, making secret pilgrimage to the grim collection point he presided over.
He was a plastic skeleton in a novelty moneybox.
He was the dread numismatist of my childhood.
The rectangle of thin tin was fashioned like a coffin. Painted on its sides were cobwebs dripping with fat spiders, flittering bats with wet, red mouths. A black cloth concealed the coffin’s contents from sight.
And there was a button, marked in scarlet, with the instruction PAY ME illuminated in shivery capitals.
I remember a particular day when, having lifted the moneybox from the drawer, I stood poised with a brown penny hot in my small hand.
An emaciated light squeezed its way between the almost closed curtains. In the backyard I could hear my mother and granny working at the mangle, its grind and the skite of water from the scrunched clothes throwing out familiar, reassuring sounds.
I placed my coin carefully on the button, and pressed down.
A creaky whirr commenced, the workings of the toy’s internal mechanism ingeniously suggestive of a wooden lid resisting its slow opening outwards.
Then, out from under the jet black cloth, came a long, luminous arm of bone, the hand hooked clawlike to drag the coin down into the dark innards of the coffin where it rattled eerily to rest.
And, as the hand retreated, from under the top of the cloth cover appeared a livid green skull that seemed to nod acknowledgement of the token before bobbing back into the folds of its uneasy sleep.
The skull’s tilt forward brought its empty eye sockets and its stripped grin level with my child’s line of vision. The effect, burned into the retina of my imagination’s eye, was one of recognition.
I should have let it go at that, and slipped away into the sun. But I wanted to copy the daring of my older brothers. So, offering no coin this time, I reached my finger forward and pressed down again and again upon the button.
The skeleton’s arm shout out in search of its reward, dropped back with nothing, shot out again. And as the claw of bone scraped along the tin in frustration, the skull rattled back and forth to complete the mime of thwarted anger.
I was hypnotised by the rhythm set by the tiny deaths-head, and the guilt and fear that suddenly filled me permeated the plaything with menace. A message passed between us in a language that would resist full translation until years had elapsed. Trying to trick me was a big mistake, the skull seemed to say. If you don’t pay me, now you’ll pay me later.
I hurried away while the skeleton was still in motion.
He slept in the back bedroom of the small end bungalow that was our home place, a room into which the high hedge let only meagre light, even on the sunniest day.
My aunt took him home with her from a seaside holiday. Invited here for my amusement, he struck a ghoulish tone that discomforted us beneath our laughter.
My grandmother, in her drawn-out Border brogue, would say: “Sure that oul’ thing’ll only scar’ the child.”
And so, after commanding an initial place of sideboard prominence, he found himself confined in a drawer of a dressing table in a corner of the back bedroom. There he would lie waiting for his rest to be disturbed by someone, usually me, making secret pilgrimage to the grim collection point he presided over.
He was a plastic skeleton in a novelty moneybox.
He was the dread numismatist of my childhood.
The rectangle of thin tin was fashioned like a coffin. Painted on its sides were cobwebs dripping with fat spiders, flittering bats with wet, red mouths. A black cloth concealed the coffin’s contents from sight.
And there was a button, marked in scarlet, with the instruction PAY ME illuminated in shivery capitals.
I remember a particular day when, having lifted the moneybox from the drawer, I stood poised with a brown penny hot in my small hand.
An emaciated light squeezed its way between the almost closed curtains. In the backyard I could hear my mother and granny working at the mangle, its grind and the skite of water from the scrunched clothes throwing out familiar, reassuring sounds.
I placed my coin carefully on the button, and pressed down.
A creaky whirr commenced, the workings of the toy’s internal mechanism ingeniously suggestive of a wooden lid resisting its slow opening outwards.
Then, out from under the jet black cloth, came a long, luminous arm of bone, the hand hooked clawlike to drag the coin down into the dark innards of the coffin where it rattled eerily to rest.
And, as the hand retreated, from under the top of the cloth cover appeared a livid green skull that seemed to nod acknowledgement of the token before bobbing back into the folds of its uneasy sleep.
The skull’s tilt forward brought its empty eye sockets and its stripped grin level with my child’s line of vision. The effect, burned into the retina of my imagination’s eye, was one of recognition.
I should have let it go at that, and slipped away into the sun. But I wanted to copy the daring of my older brothers. So, offering no coin this time, I reached my finger forward and pressed down again and again upon the button.
The skeleton’s arm shout out in search of its reward, dropped back with nothing, shot out again. And as the claw of bone scraped along the tin in frustration, the skull rattled back and forth to complete the mime of thwarted anger.
I was hypnotised by the rhythm set by the tiny deaths-head, and the guilt and fear that suddenly filled me permeated the plaything with menace. A message passed between us in a language that would resist full translation until years had elapsed. Trying to trick me was a big mistake, the skull seemed to say. If you don’t pay me, now you’ll pay me later.
I hurried away while the skeleton was still in motion.
I've been too depressed lately
I'm not so depressed that my job is suffering, but when I get back to the company yard with this trailer and drop it off, I'm going to sit down and come to a very serious decision on whether or not I can drive anymore. Not because I'm unable to. But, because of the fact that one of the biggest things held from me during all the dramatic buffalo cookies with the ex, was my medications.
I take them because a few years ago I suffered such a severe case of pancreatitis that if I didn't get to the hospital when I did, I would be dead. I'm not a heavy drinker. Not by any means. I have a drink 3 times a year. Once for the wedding anniversary, once for the passing of a father I never had the chance to meet, and once for the passing of a grandfather who I truly saw as the most influential person to guide my very existence.
And it isn't drinking anything more than a shot of whiskey for the last 2 and a shot of tequila for the first. Otherwise I stay away from the liquor.
But due to the severe nature of the pancreatitis to begin with, I've suffered since. And unless you have been through it, I won't go into detail. Let's just say my industry isn't set up for the problems that come from it. I have dealt with it the best I can and I am embarrassed for myself to no end.
But that's where the problem lies. They purposely held my medications long before I came back to work. Just for the sole sake of making me suffer. I was assigned a hospital appointed case worker a couple of months before I left to cone to work due to various reasons. The biggest were the forcing me to miss my Dr appointments on purpose, and the physical violence that encompassed the relationship, and the withholding certain medications that I absolutely needed because they are medically necessary to be able to properly live.
Now I didn't ask for a caseworker. That's social services for adults. Basically how you hear about people taking children from families due to neglect and abuse, just for adults. I have been trying my best to avoid this decision; of having to give up my career, live in group housing for invalids, apply for social security disability, and be assigned a nurse to care for me 24/7. But, I personally don't see myself as that bad off. I just need to be able to get back to my home state, pick up my medications, be able to get a new place, and to avoid any and all contact with the other half.
That's the part that scares me. The other half. There's alot of vindictive behavior and violent games that have made it to where I have been staying away. At first I was forced to stay away by their violent actions and the infidelity. Now because of the divorce, there's a restraining order against me, which is perfectly fine with me. But since it was filed, I have kept to myself. No contact. I have received several dozen texts, emails, messages, calls and so forth. I have avoided them all. I have multiple times been told of the relationships between them and others and like I've said before to all who tell me including when she has told me about the things done behind my back and closed doors. I don't want to hear it nor do I want to know about it. Her texts since I've been back to work these months have gone from hatred to desperation to cruelty to lies and back to hatred. I don't wish anything but love, happiness and joy and success in their life. I just wanted to let it be what it is and move past and heal. But today there has been a very backwards cold vindication to everything from their end by attempting to get me fired due to me filing a couple of forms with the courts due to the threats and harrassing messages and that it is affecting my job. But I think, for the benefit of the universe, I shall be giving it all up and just wander off into the sunset and let my life be in nothing but the Lord's hands.
Many blessings to you all. Many thanks for your kind words and encouragement. This crazy wolf is going to run one last load. DJD
I take them because a few years ago I suffered such a severe case of pancreatitis that if I didn't get to the hospital when I did, I would be dead. I'm not a heavy drinker. Not by any means. I have a drink 3 times a year. Once for the wedding anniversary, once for the passing of a father I never had the chance to meet, and once for the passing of a grandfather who I truly saw as the most influential person to guide my very existence.
And it isn't drinking anything more than a shot of whiskey for the last 2 and a shot of tequila for the first. Otherwise I stay away from the liquor.
But due to the severe nature of the pancreatitis to begin with, I've suffered since. And unless you have been through it, I won't go into detail. Let's just say my industry isn't set up for the problems that come from it. I have dealt with it the best I can and I am embarrassed for myself to no end.
But that's where the problem lies. They purposely held my medications long before I came back to work. Just for the sole sake of making me suffer. I was assigned a hospital appointed case worker a couple of months before I left to cone to work due to various reasons. The biggest were the forcing me to miss my Dr appointments on purpose, and the physical violence that encompassed the relationship, and the withholding certain medications that I absolutely needed because they are medically necessary to be able to properly live.
Now I didn't ask for a caseworker. That's social services for adults. Basically how you hear about people taking children from families due to neglect and abuse, just for adults. I have been trying my best to avoid this decision; of having to give up my career, live in group housing for invalids, apply for social security disability, and be assigned a nurse to care for me 24/7. But, I personally don't see myself as that bad off. I just need to be able to get back to my home state, pick up my medications, be able to get a new place, and to avoid any and all contact with the other half.
That's the part that scares me. The other half. There's alot of vindictive behavior and violent games that have made it to where I have been staying away. At first I was forced to stay away by their violent actions and the infidelity. Now because of the divorce, there's a restraining order against me, which is perfectly fine with me. But since it was filed, I have kept to myself. No contact. I have received several dozen texts, emails, messages, calls and so forth. I have avoided them all. I have multiple times been told of the relationships between them and others and like I've said before to all who tell me including when she has told me about the things done behind my back and closed doors. I don't want to hear it nor do I want to know about it. Her texts since I've been back to work these months have gone from hatred to desperation to cruelty to lies and back to hatred. I don't wish anything but love, happiness and joy and success in their life. I just wanted to let it be what it is and move past and heal. But today there has been a very backwards cold vindication to everything from their end by attempting to get me fired due to me filing a couple of forms with the courts due to the threats and harrassing messages and that it is affecting my job. But I think, for the benefit of the universe, I shall be giving it all up and just wander off into the sunset and let my life be in nothing but the Lord's hands.
Many blessings to you all. Many thanks for your kind words and encouragement. This crazy wolf is going to run one last load. DJD
Something For Everyone...
I posted a Love is thread in the Forums, as the thread went on, I made a post that I feel all could benefit from...I have been here off and on since 2009, and have never one time posted a Blog, But I felt Inspired to make this one post over here in the Blogs...
So this post was copied and pasted from the Forums..
Love is avoiding anyone who brings you down, But not someone who uplifts your Spirit..
Right now as this Coronavirus has effects on the Whole World, I cannot think of a better time for us all to be showing Love, and Compassion towards our Fellow Brothers, and Sisters all over the World, Just because You/ We, live in another Country, or Continent, We are Still all Human, We are all Created Equally, we all need Love, and Compassion...whether red, yellow, black or white, we are all Human, We all have a heart and Soul....we all have to eat, drink and sleep....Just Because I live in America, Our Forefathers only moved here from Germany, Spain, Sweden, England and numerous other Countries....Because of a new discovery of America...and most moved to avoid Wars within those Countries...Some way or another, we are all related, we need to become one, NUMEROUS People are Stressed by Numerous Situations. All the fighting, bickering is not accomplishing anything but more stress.. That is NOT Love...Their are Numerous Songs that Describe this situation...
Change has to start somewhere People, It may as well be right here...If you have any Songs that describe Coming together, Please feel free to play them...any comments, or suggestions that bring Love, and Positivity, Please Post... teddybear
Many times when we hear a song, we even sing along, but do we actually ABSORB that song? The Deep Meaning of it, take those words to heart, and Grow from them? Afterall, they are sending a Message... but so few put them into action...bouquet
Please Watch and absorb this Video....(Over 37 Million Views)
So this post was copied and pasted from the Forums..
Love is avoiding anyone who brings you down, But not someone who uplifts your Spirit..
Right now as this Coronavirus has effects on the Whole World, I cannot think of a better time for us all to be showing Love, and Compassion towards our Fellow Brothers, and Sisters all over the World, Just because You/ We, live in another Country, or Continent, We are Still all Human, We are all Created Equally, we all need Love, and Compassion...whether red, yellow, black or white, we are all Human, We all have a heart and Soul....we all have to eat, drink and sleep....Just Because I live in America, Our Forefathers only moved here from Germany, Spain, Sweden, England and numerous other Countries....Because of a new discovery of America...and most moved to avoid Wars within those Countries...Some way or another, we are all related, we need to become one, NUMEROUS People are Stressed by Numerous Situations. All the fighting, bickering is not accomplishing anything but more stress.. That is NOT Love...Their are Numerous Songs that Describe this situation...
Change has to start somewhere People, It may as well be right here...If you have any Songs that describe Coming together, Please feel free to play them...any comments, or suggestions that bring Love, and Positivity, Please Post... teddybear
Many times when we hear a song, we even sing along, but do we actually ABSORB that song? The Deep Meaning of it, take those words to heart, and Grow from them? Afterall, they are sending a Message... but so few put them into action...bouquet
Please Watch and absorb this Video....(Over 37 Million Views)
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays To All!
Been very busy here and having a fabulous Christmas with family and friends...just want to wish all a very merry Christmas and a fabulous 2018 !
I love this virtual world , it's fun and full of strange, weird, lonely, lovely and wonderful people, warm hugs to you all...
and to those I occasionally annoy, sorry about that, I meant it in a lighthearted way
I wish you all fantastic holidays 
I love this virtual world , it's fun and full of strange, weird, lonely, lovely and wonderful people, warm hugs to you all...
and to those I occasionally annoy, sorry about that, I meant it in a lighthearted way
I wish you all fantastic holidays 
Feeling 3
So all of these things is what relation with marriage? Yes,definitely.It is very simple that no matter who you are and where you are from,if a person has a evil heart and never know reflect on self,whatever who married with and where married with,he also will not get happiness.Like many women married with foreigners but later also divorced.Why?The evil survive all the time whatever she married with who and where she goes to,her evil follow her all the time too.A marriage for money,also the happiness will also lost cause of evil and benefit.Because here almost most of people chase for money and benefit even sacrifice others's authority and life,they are willing to do that.But family is not a game of benefit and evil.Everyone has excellence and faults.But the choice is decided by self.Or some people went out of here,like the news of Italy some days ago,they protested the police of there ,but they didn't dare to resist the evil and garbage action of here.It is not right and also so disgusting.But many foolish people who they are slaves of here say that they love China Country.That is So Ridiculous!Why?They didn't dare to resist evil but dare to resist the police of free and respected country!Surely it doesn't mean that freedom is ready for rogue's free?
What i said that is not saying anything to anyone and anywhere.Just it is for right,true or false.Happy familys are all alike,but unhappy are fill with all kinds of unhappiness,because like god and evil,happiness always fill with all kinds of active mind and soul like god,but evil also fill with all kinds of bad things like evil.
For me,serious marriage is not only for love and emotion,but also the most important is for religion,heart,mind and soul.
Like the bible says the third kingdom Solomon of Israel who was the most clever and richest in history,he prayed for god just for wisdom,it can make him judge people with fair and righteous.What is wisdom, but not clever?Wisdom is the soul &mind of righteousness and integrity in right things and direction.Soul and mind is the real life.So there has a word "A dead-alive person".So i understand very much like the TED Talks said:Embrace the near win and success is a continuous journey.Also like marriage and countries:No one is perfect,but we can continue to make more progress all the time.So reflection and feeback is pivotal.We can be better and better more and more until we be perfect in ends of life.
My English is not good,but i am learning and making more progress step by step everyday.
Thank you so much.I am very happy and be gateful internet for i can get more happiness and hope.This world belongs to god and there has more sunny and active people.
What i said that is not saying anything to anyone and anywhere.Just it is for right,true or false.Happy familys are all alike,but unhappy are fill with all kinds of unhappiness,because like god and evil,happiness always fill with all kinds of active mind and soul like god,but evil also fill with all kinds of bad things like evil.
For me,serious marriage is not only for love and emotion,but also the most important is for religion,heart,mind and soul.
Like the bible says the third kingdom Solomon of Israel who was the most clever and richest in history,he prayed for god just for wisdom,it can make him judge people with fair and righteous.What is wisdom, but not clever?Wisdom is the soul &mind of righteousness and integrity in right things and direction.Soul and mind is the real life.So there has a word "A dead-alive person".So i understand very much like the TED Talks said:Embrace the near win and success is a continuous journey.Also like marriage and countries:No one is perfect,but we can continue to make more progress all the time.So reflection and feeback is pivotal.We can be better and better more and more until we be perfect in ends of life.
My English is not good,but i am learning and making more progress step by step everyday.
Thank you so much.I am very happy and be gateful internet for i can get more happiness and hope.This world belongs to god and there has more sunny and active people.
Has anyone
Has anyone seen or heard from Ashlander?
Saw her on here for a bit last week.
Seems we have quite a turnover in bloggers!
Saw her on here for a bit last week.Seems we have quite a turnover in bloggers!
Stepping on hot coals
I'm disenchanted with America's favorite pastime. No, not baseball. I'm talking about meddling. If it's not Iraq, it's Iran. If it's not Libya, It's Yemen. If it's not Chile, it's Venezuela. And so it goes...
I'm thinking of changing my Facebook status to un-american. I side with Russia in regard to violations of the so-called Monroe Doctrine. What a crock of sh*t!
Sammie is not my favorite uncle anymore!
In fact, I think "Uncle Sam" is a F'n pervert...and always was.
F'k you, Sammie! I'm following in Trump's footsteps as in we're not paying-in one damned dime (in taxes) toward your depraved, carnalistic...
*Briinngggg*
Eh, I got a phone call from Trump's lawyer saying that I'm being sued.
I'm thinking of changing my Facebook status to un-american. I side with Russia in regard to violations of the so-called Monroe Doctrine. What a crock of sh*t!
Sammie is not my favorite uncle anymore!
In fact, I think "Uncle Sam" is a F'n pervert...and always was.
F'k you, Sammie! I'm following in Trump's footsteps as in we're not paying-in one damned dime (in taxes) toward your depraved, carnalistic...
*Briinngggg*
Eh, I got a phone call from Trump's lawyer saying that I'm being sued.
RAY OF HOPE
It is always my morning prayer to have enough patience and strength.Working in an Intensive Care Unit needs guts every minute of the day.Seeing those ventilated patients could really melt my heart .Imagine one can be just tough and strong woman this mother could be.
Hoping and praying that her daughter will be okay after multiple surgeries.
Hopeful stories are windows into the wonderful possibilities life has to offer. Stories of hope bring to life the ways in which people support each other, miracles make lives better, and individuals find new roads through challenging times. Turn to stories about hope whenever you need an encouraging boost on your path toward your best life.
May we know one of your untold stories
happy international women's day
I will never tire of expressing from my mouth that the Mother is the most faithful woman in the world, and that today is not the only day that tribute should be paid to her. Every day of all the years that we have spent, our mother has been there, either putting up with our tantrums, taking us out of a problem, for this reason every day that passes is a day for mothers. They are worthy of the award of life.
Happy Mother's Day International
Merry Christmas
I want to wish all of my friends here a Very Merry Christmas!
May Peace be your gift at Christmas
and your blessing all year through!
May Peace be your gift at Christmas
and your blessing all year through!
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