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2023.03.22 07:04 Upstairs-Form1418 After retiring, we were able to "reunite" with our mother; chatting became our daily routine.
Worried about my mother being lonely, I moved in with her. Walking into this familiar village, I rarely see my childhood friends. Most of the village is old, lonely men and widows, waiting in the spacious room and looking at the screen, which is extraordinarily quiet. Since the mother insisted on going home and returning to the countryside to live alone. The mother was satisfied and smiled brightly.
I remember when I was five or six years old, it was a difficult time, and I was skinny and lonely, walking around ten miles from Zhanghua Village to my mother's house. The door was opened, and the half-covered door was pushed open. The mother was sitting on the head of the bed wearing a printed headscarf, and the younger brother was wrapped in a thin quilt, waiting to be fed. When my mother saw me, she said, "Hey, how did you get here?" My tears fell like broken beads. My mother got up quickly, took out a paper bag from the bedside table, opened it layer by layer, squeezed a small ball of brown sugar (which she ate during confinement), and poured boiling water into a large porcelain bowl. I was so hungry and thirsty that I didn't care too much. I took the hot bowl and drank it with my head up, which made me scream. This is also the most unforgettable "sweet memory" in my life.
Our mother and son cherish the time, are inseparable, and lie in the same room at night; chatting in our respective beds three steps apart, a series of secrets and anecdotes, ups and downs. As I talked, I responded from the initial "hmm" to the snoring sound of falling asleep. When I was woken up by the chirping birds in the morning, my mother had already prepared breakfast, and the first thing she said when she saw me was, "Your snoring is so loud, it's exactly like mine." There is an old saying about knowing a child like a mother". Day after day, those whispers that blend into the blood of the soul clarify the emotional context of our mother and child.
Because my biological father and my mother had a disagreement in their personalities in the early years, I didn't live with my mother when I was young. Both mother and son have a tacit grievance. Those past events are unbearable to look back on; with a long cry, they suddenly fall. Those misfortunes and encounters in life, in front of my mother, there is nothing I can't let go of. There are two old houses, one is the old house I used to live in, which no longer exists now; but the old house where my mother lived gave me a sense of belonging in my later years.
In the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, it is so pleasant to be able to lean against the gable and bask in the sun with my mother, chat about homework, fill the space between heaven and earth, and fill my heart. My mother raised me, and I grow old with my mother, I hope that I am worthy of my heart.
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I remember when I was five or six years old, it was a difficult time, and I was skinny and lonely, walking around ten miles from Zhanghua Village to my mother's house. The door was opened, and the half-covered door was pushed open. The mother was sitting on the head of the bed wearing a printed headscarf, and the younger brother was wrapped in a thin quilt, waiting to be fed. When my mother saw me, she said, "Hey, how did you get here?" My tears fell like broken beads. My mother got up quickly, took out a paper bag from the bedside table, opened it layer by layer, squeezed a small ball of brown sugar (which she ate during confinement), and poured boiling water into a large porcelain bowl. I was so hungry and thirsty that I didn't care too much. I took the hot bowl and drank it with my head up, which made me scream. This is also the most unforgettable "sweet memory" in my life.
Our mother and son cherish the time, are inseparable, and lie in the same room at night; chatting in our respective beds three steps apart, a series of secrets and anecdotes, ups and downs. As I talked, I responded from the initial "hmm" to the snoring sound of falling asleep. When I was woken up by the chirping birds in the morning, my mother had already prepared breakfast, and the first thing she said when she saw me was, "Your snoring is so loud, it's exactly like mine." There is an old saying about knowing a child like a mother". Day after day, those whispers that blend into the blood of the soul clarify the emotional context of our mother and child.
Because my biological father and my mother had a disagreement in their personalities in the early years, I didn't live with my mother when I was young. Both mother and son have a tacit grievance. Those past events are unbearable to look back on; with a long cry, they suddenly fall. Those misfortunes and encounters in life, in front of my mother, there is nothing I can't let go of. There are two old houses, one is the old house I used to live in, which no longer exists now; but the old house where my mother lived gave me a sense of belonging in my later years.
In the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, it is so pleasant to be able to lean against the gable and bask in the sun with my mother, chat about homework, fill the space between heaven and earth, and fill my heart. My mother raised me, and I grow old with my mother, I hope that I am worthy of my heart.
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2023.03.22 02:37 RemnantOnReddit A bird is trying to kill me
Three weeks ago, I woke up to the landline ringing. It was never a good sign. It either meant someone had died or some once met relative got engaged. That time it was a nurse. My grandmother had had a fall. My parents moved to the south of France two years prior and I had kept the family house. One uncle moved to Canada, the other was a heroin addict. It was on my 24 year old shoulders to look after their 87 year old mother, which is why she's in a retirement home. I threw on a bathrobe, got in my beaten '03 golf and drove as fast I could to Willow View retirement Village. The roads were practically empty at half four. Apart from two Crows, picking at a fresh chunk of roadkill. I wasn't looking to see what it was. Could've been a ham sandwich for all I knew. I still have feathers stuck in my car grill from that day. The bird gunk splattered on my bumper got a raised eyebrow from a paraplegic who had been wheeled outside to see the sun rise.
My grandmother ended up being fine, despite cracking her head on a marble counter corner. She put it down to all the milk she drinks. I work, kind of, for the only mechanics around, so I cleaned my car myself. No damage other than a slight dent. Another to add to my collection. Two weeks ago, I first noticed my new… friend. I was welding a fender outside the garage. Some guy drove into a lamp post, happens all the time. I saw a Crow perched on the gutter of the house next to us. The funny little guy was staring right at me. I noticed it had a single white feather on its left wing. I thought about it for a second, then went back to work. I clocked out an hour later. The next day I was greeted by Gerry, the one other apprentice at the Shop. The first thing he asked me, without a hello, was if I saw a little Crow around the garage yesterday. It almost slipped my mind but I told him I had. Gerry laughed and went off to glue his hand to a wrench again or whatever he does. Weirdo. I saw the Crow again that day. It was perched on a metal "Grease monkeys are we" poster inside the Garage. It just stood there and watched me. I must have stopped working as I stared back at it because Doc, the guy who owns the Garage, ergo my boss, slapped me around the back of the head and told me to get back to it. Bastard. Doc was around fifty, grey neck beard and oil stained Chicago Bulls baseball cap. He lurked around the garage for most of the day. He never did any manual work, he just greeted the people who pull up and bullshits them out of five hundred dollars when all they needed was a new spark plug. He threw an apple core at the Crow as he walked past it. It missed and the bird didn't budge from its perch.
I was on the other side of the lot when I heard a scream. Begrudgingly I walked over to the garage to see what happened. I knew it was Gerry who had screamed, I recognised from the last time he dropped a headlight on his foot. Gerry stood over Doc, his face white as winter. Doc lay in a pool of motor oil and blood. I gagged a bit but felt no remorse. I crouched down beside him and rolled him over to check his breath, not sure which side of the neck a pulse was supposed to be. He had a hex bolt in his forehead. Pretty dead as far as I could tell. I looked up at the bird for some reason. It was gone. So was a hex bolt from the grease monkey poster.
They put it down as an accident. Fair enough I suppose. Until the will was sorted, and the garage went to a family member of his, I was on paid leave. Gerry told me it was probably gonna be his brother taking over the place. I didn't care so long as the apprenticeship transfer went smoothly. Since I had some time on my hands for the next few weeks I took up painting. I remember being good at it at school, I had nothing better to do anyway. I started with the view from my kitchen. The woods of Harnett County. And then I saw it again. A little Crow, perched on a tree, staring at me. At first I didn't realise it was THE Crow, since its identifying white feather was partially covered in… motor oil? It was a good painting in the end. I signed it 'Bob Ross' as a joke. I decided to leave some seeds out for my new friend. I saw him around the next few days. Every time a new perch. He just stood there, watching. I decided to name him Crowley. Creative, I know. Six days ago I woke up to the sound of a tap tapping on my window. I put it down to a tree branch in the breeze. The next morning I opened the curtains and saw that my window was covered in scratch marks. I wasn't financially stable enough to care about cosmetic damage to a window, so I added it to a list of things for future me to sort out. Later that day I saw him. Crowley. He was in my kitchen. I thought of the disease he could be carrying and gagged. I grabbed a broom and shooed him out a window like a pest. That's all he was, a pest.
I didn't hear any scratching that night, despite the wind being stronger than it was yesterday. I went downstairs at three to get something to drink. There was a dead rat on the counter. I jumped back when I saw it like it was going to attack me. Blood was dripping out and running down the cupboard. I almost threw up as I picked it up by the tail and flung it out the window. I cleaned up, had a shower and went back to bed. For the entire night all I heard was squawking.
The next morning I found the intestines of the rat on the back door step. The way they lay… it'd didn't feel like they had just been strewn across the step. I saw Crowley perched on a tree in my garden. His beak still red with rat blood. Ever staring. I wonder what he was thinking. What he knew. I put some rat poison in his seed bowl. I thought that might do something. It didn't. I watched from my window as he inspected the grain before flying away, having not touched it I brought a cat later that day. I didn't even bother naming it. I just hoped it'd kill the bird.
The next day the cat was dead. I found the bird seed I had poisoned in its food bowl. I went inside, took my Glock 19 from my bedside cabinet and shot at Crowley. He flew away. I tried relaxing after that. I did everything Google told me to do. I tried some meditation, lit a cinnamon Yankee candle and took some deep breaths. It helped actually. After unwinding I got in my car and drove into town. I didn't trust the food left in my kitchen. I came to realise I was being dumb. Was I really scared of a bird? A fucking bird. What could a bird possibly do to hurt me?
When I came home my house was on fire. I just kneeled down in the driveway and started crying. I was born in that house. I've lived there every day of my life. Crowley perched on his favourite branch of the oak in my garden, before it too went a blaze. Gradually, neighbours and fire fighters flocked to the area. They couldn't do anything to help. Their blank words of remorse meant nothing. I just got back in my car and started the drive back to town. From there… I'd get a bus into Raleigh, stay with a friend for a few nights. From there, it was anyone's guess. I've never even thought about not having a house. My parents always told me it was a guarantee since I was a kid. On the drive there I saw him. Crowley, I'm sure of it. Standing in the road pecking at something. I swerved into the other lane to run him over. Right into the path of a freighter.
I woke up this morning, in hospital. I'm now a double amputee, right below the knees. Most of my body is in a cast. It's taken me nine hours to type this out with just my right hand. When I started typing, Crowley was at my window. Now he's perched on the table next to me. I can't do anything. I can't move. I can't make a sound. All I can do is watch him peck at my IV drip.
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My grandmother ended up being fine, despite cracking her head on a marble counter corner. She put it down to all the milk she drinks. I work, kind of, for the only mechanics around, so I cleaned my car myself. No damage other than a slight dent. Another to add to my collection. Two weeks ago, I first noticed my new… friend. I was welding a fender outside the garage. Some guy drove into a lamp post, happens all the time. I saw a Crow perched on the gutter of the house next to us. The funny little guy was staring right at me. I noticed it had a single white feather on its left wing. I thought about it for a second, then went back to work. I clocked out an hour later. The next day I was greeted by Gerry, the one other apprentice at the Shop. The first thing he asked me, without a hello, was if I saw a little Crow around the garage yesterday. It almost slipped my mind but I told him I had. Gerry laughed and went off to glue his hand to a wrench again or whatever he does. Weirdo. I saw the Crow again that day. It was perched on a metal "Grease monkeys are we" poster inside the Garage. It just stood there and watched me. I must have stopped working as I stared back at it because Doc, the guy who owns the Garage, ergo my boss, slapped me around the back of the head and told me to get back to it. Bastard. Doc was around fifty, grey neck beard and oil stained Chicago Bulls baseball cap. He lurked around the garage for most of the day. He never did any manual work, he just greeted the people who pull up and bullshits them out of five hundred dollars when all they needed was a new spark plug. He threw an apple core at the Crow as he walked past it. It missed and the bird didn't budge from its perch.
I was on the other side of the lot when I heard a scream. Begrudgingly I walked over to the garage to see what happened. I knew it was Gerry who had screamed, I recognised from the last time he dropped a headlight on his foot. Gerry stood over Doc, his face white as winter. Doc lay in a pool of motor oil and blood. I gagged a bit but felt no remorse. I crouched down beside him and rolled him over to check his breath, not sure which side of the neck a pulse was supposed to be. He had a hex bolt in his forehead. Pretty dead as far as I could tell. I looked up at the bird for some reason. It was gone. So was a hex bolt from the grease monkey poster.
They put it down as an accident. Fair enough I suppose. Until the will was sorted, and the garage went to a family member of his, I was on paid leave. Gerry told me it was probably gonna be his brother taking over the place. I didn't care so long as the apprenticeship transfer went smoothly. Since I had some time on my hands for the next few weeks I took up painting. I remember being good at it at school, I had nothing better to do anyway. I started with the view from my kitchen. The woods of Harnett County. And then I saw it again. A little Crow, perched on a tree, staring at me. At first I didn't realise it was THE Crow, since its identifying white feather was partially covered in… motor oil? It was a good painting in the end. I signed it 'Bob Ross' as a joke. I decided to leave some seeds out for my new friend. I saw him around the next few days. Every time a new perch. He just stood there, watching. I decided to name him Crowley. Creative, I know. Six days ago I woke up to the sound of a tap tapping on my window. I put it down to a tree branch in the breeze. The next morning I opened the curtains and saw that my window was covered in scratch marks. I wasn't financially stable enough to care about cosmetic damage to a window, so I added it to a list of things for future me to sort out. Later that day I saw him. Crowley. He was in my kitchen. I thought of the disease he could be carrying and gagged. I grabbed a broom and shooed him out a window like a pest. That's all he was, a pest.
I didn't hear any scratching that night, despite the wind being stronger than it was yesterday. I went downstairs at three to get something to drink. There was a dead rat on the counter. I jumped back when I saw it like it was going to attack me. Blood was dripping out and running down the cupboard. I almost threw up as I picked it up by the tail and flung it out the window. I cleaned up, had a shower and went back to bed. For the entire night all I heard was squawking.
The next morning I found the intestines of the rat on the back door step. The way they lay… it'd didn't feel like they had just been strewn across the step. I saw Crowley perched on a tree in my garden. His beak still red with rat blood. Ever staring. I wonder what he was thinking. What he knew. I put some rat poison in his seed bowl. I thought that might do something. It didn't. I watched from my window as he inspected the grain before flying away, having not touched it I brought a cat later that day. I didn't even bother naming it. I just hoped it'd kill the bird.
The next day the cat was dead. I found the bird seed I had poisoned in its food bowl. I went inside, took my Glock 19 from my bedside cabinet and shot at Crowley. He flew away. I tried relaxing after that. I did everything Google told me to do. I tried some meditation, lit a cinnamon Yankee candle and took some deep breaths. It helped actually. After unwinding I got in my car and drove into town. I didn't trust the food left in my kitchen. I came to realise I was being dumb. Was I really scared of a bird? A fucking bird. What could a bird possibly do to hurt me?
When I came home my house was on fire. I just kneeled down in the driveway and started crying. I was born in that house. I've lived there every day of my life. Crowley perched on his favourite branch of the oak in my garden, before it too went a blaze. Gradually, neighbours and fire fighters flocked to the area. They couldn't do anything to help. Their blank words of remorse meant nothing. I just got back in my car and started the drive back to town. From there… I'd get a bus into Raleigh, stay with a friend for a few nights. From there, it was anyone's guess. I've never even thought about not having a house. My parents always told me it was a guarantee since I was a kid. On the drive there I saw him. Crowley, I'm sure of it. Standing in the road pecking at something. I swerved into the other lane to run him over. Right into the path of a freighter.
I woke up this morning, in hospital. I'm now a double amputee, right below the knees. Most of my body is in a cast. It's taken me nine hours to type this out with just my right hand. When I started typing, Crowley was at my window. Now he's perched on the table next to me. I can't do anything. I can't move. I can't make a sound. All I can do is watch him peck at my IV drip.
2023.03.22 02:34 RemnantOnReddit A bird is trying to kill me
Three weeks ago, I woke up to the landline ringing. It was never a good sign. It either meant someone had died or some once met relative got engaged. That time it was a nurse. My grandmother had had a fall. My parents moved to the south of France two years prior and I had kept the family house. One uncle moved to Canada, the other was a heroin addict. It was on my 24 year old shoulders to look after their 87 year old mother, which is why she's in a retirement home. I threw on a bathrobe, got in my beaten '03 golf and drove as fast I could to Willow View retirement Village. The roads were practically empty at half four. Apart from two Crows, picking at a fresh chunk of roadkill. I wasn't looking to see what it was. Could've been a ham sandwich for all I knew. I still have feathers stuck in my car grill from that day. The bird gunk splattered on my bumper got a raised eyebrow from a paraplegic who had been wheeled outside to see the sun rise.
My grandmother ended up being fine, despite cracking her head on a marble counter corner. She put it down to all the milk she drinks. I work, kind of, for the only mechanics around, so I cleaned my car myself. No damage other than a slight dent. Another to add to my collection. Two weeks ago, I first noticed my new… friend. I was welding a fender outside the garage. Some guy drove into a lamp post, happens all the time. I saw a Crow perched on the gutter of the house next to us. The funny little guy was staring right at me. I noticed it had a single white feather on its left wing. I thought about it for a second, then went back to work. I clocked out an hour later. The next day I was greeted by Gerry, the one other apprentice at the Shop. The first thing he asked me, without a hello, was if I saw a little Crow around the garage yesterday. It almost slipped my mind but I told him I had. Gerry laughed and went off to glue his hand to a wrench again or whatever he does. Weirdo. I saw the Crow again that day. It was perched on a metal "Grease monkeys are we" poster inside the Garage. It just stood there and watched me. I must have stopped working as I stared back at it because Doc, the guy who owns the Garage, ergo my boss, slapped me around the back of the head and told me to get back to it. Bastard. Doc was around fifty, grey neck beard and oil stained Chicago Bulls baseball cap. He lurked around the garage for most of the day. He never did any manual work, he just greeted the people who pull up and bullshits them out of five hundred dollars when all they needed was a new spark plug. He threw an apple core at the Crow as he walked past it. It missed and the bird didn't budge from its perch.
I was on the other side of the lot when I heard a scream. Begrudgingly I walked over to the garage to see what happened. I knew it was Gerry who had screamed, I recognised from the last time he dropped a headlight on his foot. Gerry stood over Doc, his face white as winter. Doc lay in a pool of motor oil and blood. I gagged a bit but felt no remorse. I crouched down beside him and rolled him over to check his breath, not sure which side of the neck a pulse was supposed to be. He had a hex bolt in his forehead. Pretty dead as far as I could tell. I looked up at the bird for some reason. It was gone. So was a hex bolt from the grease monkey poster.
They put it down as an accident. Fair enough I suppose. Until the will was sorted, and the garage went to a family member of his, I was on paid leave. Gerry told me it was probably gonna be his brother taking over the place. I didn't care so long as the apprenticeship transfer went smoothly. Since I had some time on my hands for the next few weeks I took up painting. I remember being good at it at school, I had nothing better to do anyway. I started with the view from my kitchen. The woods of Harnett County. And then I saw it again. A little Crow, perched on a tree, staring at me. At first I didn't realise it was THE Crow, since its identifying white feather was partially covered in… motor oil? It was a good painting in the end. I signed it 'Bob Ross' as a joke. I decided to leave some seeds out for my new friend. I saw him around the next few days. Every time a new perch. He just stood there, watching. I decided to name him Crowley. Creative, I know. Six days ago I woke up to the sound of a tap tapping on my window. I put it down to a tree branch in the breeze. The next morning I opened the curtains and saw that my window was covered in scratch marks. I wasn't financially stable enough to care about cosmetic damage to a window, so I added it to a list of things for future me to sort out. Later that day I saw him. Crowley. He was in my kitchen. I thought of the disease he could be carrying and gagged. I grabbed a broom and shooed him out a window like a pest. That's all he was, a pest.
I didn't hear any scratching that night, despite the wind being stronger than it was yesterday. I went downstairs at three to get something to drink. There was a dead rat on the counter. I jumped back when I saw it like it was going to attack me. Blood was dripping out and running down the cupboard. I almost threw up as I picked it up by the tail and flung it out the window. I cleaned up, had a shower and went back to bed. For the entire night all I heard was squawking.
The next morning I found the intestines of the rat on the back door step. The way they lay… it'd didn't feel like they had just been strewn across the step. I saw Crowley perched on a tree in my garden. His beak still red with rat blood. Ever staring. I wonder what he was thinking. What he knew. I put some rat poison in his seed bowl. I thought that might do something. It didn't. I watched from my window as he inspected the grain before flying away, having not touched it I brought a cat later that day. I didn't even bother naming it. I just hoped it'd kill the bird.
The next day the cat was dead. I found the bird seed I had poisoned in its food bowl. I went inside, took my Glock 19 from my bedside cabinet and shot at Crowley. He flew away. I tried relaxing after that. I did everything Google told me to do. I tried some meditation, lit a cinnamon Yankee candle and took some deep breaths. It helped actually. After unwinding I got in my car and drove into town. I didn't trust the food left in my kitchen. I came to realise I was being dumb. Was I really scared of a bird? A fucking bird. What could a bird possibly do to hurt me?
When I came home my house was on fire. I just kneeled down in the driveway and started crying. I was born in that house. I've lived there every day of my life. Crowley perched on his favourite branch of the oak in my garden, before it too went a blaze. Gradually, neighbours and fire fighters flocked to the area. They couldn't do anything to help. Their blank words of remorse meant nothing. I just got back in my car and started the drive back to town. From there… I'd get a bus into Raleigh, stay with a friend for a few nights. From there, it was anyone's guess. I've never even thought about not having a house. My parents always told me it was a guarantee since I was a kid. On the drive there I saw him. Crowley, I'm sure of it. Standing in the road pecking at something. I swerved into the other lane to run him over. Right into the path of a freighter.
I woke up this morning, in hospital. I'm now a double amputee, right below the knees. Most of my body is in a cast. It's taken me nine hours to type this out with just my right hand. When I started typing, Crowley was at my window. Now he's perched on the table next to me. I can't do anything. I can't move. I can't make a sound. All I can do is watch him peck at my IV drip.
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My grandmother ended up being fine, despite cracking her head on a marble counter corner. She put it down to all the milk she drinks. I work, kind of, for the only mechanics around, so I cleaned my car myself. No damage other than a slight dent. Another to add to my collection. Two weeks ago, I first noticed my new… friend. I was welding a fender outside the garage. Some guy drove into a lamp post, happens all the time. I saw a Crow perched on the gutter of the house next to us. The funny little guy was staring right at me. I noticed it had a single white feather on its left wing. I thought about it for a second, then went back to work. I clocked out an hour later. The next day I was greeted by Gerry, the one other apprentice at the Shop. The first thing he asked me, without a hello, was if I saw a little Crow around the garage yesterday. It almost slipped my mind but I told him I had. Gerry laughed and went off to glue his hand to a wrench again or whatever he does. Weirdo. I saw the Crow again that day. It was perched on a metal "Grease monkeys are we" poster inside the Garage. It just stood there and watched me. I must have stopped working as I stared back at it because Doc, the guy who owns the Garage, ergo my boss, slapped me around the back of the head and told me to get back to it. Bastard. Doc was around fifty, grey neck beard and oil stained Chicago Bulls baseball cap. He lurked around the garage for most of the day. He never did any manual work, he just greeted the people who pull up and bullshits them out of five hundred dollars when all they needed was a new spark plug. He threw an apple core at the Crow as he walked past it. It missed and the bird didn't budge from its perch.
I was on the other side of the lot when I heard a scream. Begrudgingly I walked over to the garage to see what happened. I knew it was Gerry who had screamed, I recognised from the last time he dropped a headlight on his foot. Gerry stood over Doc, his face white as winter. Doc lay in a pool of motor oil and blood. I gagged a bit but felt no remorse. I crouched down beside him and rolled him over to check his breath, not sure which side of the neck a pulse was supposed to be. He had a hex bolt in his forehead. Pretty dead as far as I could tell. I looked up at the bird for some reason. It was gone. So was a hex bolt from the grease monkey poster.
They put it down as an accident. Fair enough I suppose. Until the will was sorted, and the garage went to a family member of his, I was on paid leave. Gerry told me it was probably gonna be his brother taking over the place. I didn't care so long as the apprenticeship transfer went smoothly. Since I had some time on my hands for the next few weeks I took up painting. I remember being good at it at school, I had nothing better to do anyway. I started with the view from my kitchen. The woods of Harnett County. And then I saw it again. A little Crow, perched on a tree, staring at me. At first I didn't realise it was THE Crow, since its identifying white feather was partially covered in… motor oil? It was a good painting in the end. I signed it 'Bob Ross' as a joke. I decided to leave some seeds out for my new friend. I saw him around the next few days. Every time a new perch. He just stood there, watching. I decided to name him Crowley. Creative, I know. Six days ago I woke up to the sound of a tap tapping on my window. I put it down to a tree branch in the breeze. The next morning I opened the curtains and saw that my window was covered in scratch marks. I wasn't financially stable enough to care about cosmetic damage to a window, so I added it to a list of things for future me to sort out. Later that day I saw him. Crowley. He was in my kitchen. I thought of the disease he could be carrying and gagged. I grabbed a broom and shooed him out a window like a pest. That's all he was, a pest.
I didn't hear any scratching that night, despite the wind being stronger than it was yesterday. I went downstairs at three to get something to drink. There was a dead rat on the counter. I jumped back when I saw it like it was going to attack me. Blood was dripping out and running down the cupboard. I almost threw up as I picked it up by the tail and flung it out the window. I cleaned up, had a shower and went back to bed. For the entire night all I heard was squawking.
The next morning I found the intestines of the rat on the back door step. The way they lay… it'd didn't feel like they had just been strewn across the step. I saw Crowley perched on a tree in my garden. His beak still red with rat blood. Ever staring. I wonder what he was thinking. What he knew. I put some rat poison in his seed bowl. I thought that might do something. It didn't. I watched from my window as he inspected the grain before flying away, having not touched it I brought a cat later that day. I didn't even bother naming it. I just hoped it'd kill the bird.
The next day the cat was dead. I found the bird seed I had poisoned in its food bowl. I went inside, took my Glock 19 from my bedside cabinet and shot at Crowley. He flew away. I tried relaxing after that. I did everything Google told me to do. I tried some meditation, lit a cinnamon Yankee candle and took some deep breaths. It helped actually. After unwinding I got in my car and drove into town. I didn't trust the food left in my kitchen. I came to realise I was being dumb. Was I really scared of a bird? A fucking bird. What could a bird possibly do to hurt me?
When I came home my house was on fire. I just kneeled down in the driveway and started crying. I was born in that house. I've lived there every day of my life. Crowley perched on his favourite branch of the oak in my garden, before it too went a blaze. Gradually, neighbours and fire fighters flocked to the area. They couldn't do anything to help. Their blank words of remorse meant nothing. I just got back in my car and started the drive back to town. From there… I'd get a bus into Raleigh, stay with a friend for a few nights. From there, it was anyone's guess. I've never even thought about not having a house. My parents always told me it was a guarantee since I was a kid. On the drive there I saw him. Crowley, I'm sure of it. Standing in the road pecking at something. I swerved into the other lane to run him over. Right into the path of a freighter.
I woke up this morning, in hospital. I'm now a double amputee, right below the knees. Most of my body is in a cast. It's taken me nine hours to type this out with just my right hand. When I started typing, Crowley was at my window. Now he's perched on the table next to me. I can't do anything. I can't move. I can't make a sound. All I can do is watch him peck at my IV drip.
2023.03.22 02:19 GwentMaster69420 They can't deny it anymore, they wanted Jordan Marshall bad. The best players from Ohio go to Michigan.
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2023.03.22 02:07 D_Empire412 Would you be in favor of this 9th Avenue line to replace HOB-33
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2023.03.22 01:27 thatguy440614 Someone calling in hoax calls stating students were shot all over the state.
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2023.03.22 01:22 Seeking911 The Protector: CHAPTER ONE
There are times when humanity needs protection. The fallen creation needs the opportunity to survive; that is what God desires. She did not bring forth life for it to be destroyed or enslaved by her daughters. The Loving God that She is, did not give Her daughters the life-forming abilities for her creations to experience brutality, to experience atrocity. Yet, Her daughters have failed God! They’ve given birth and they’ve murdered! They have raped and pillaged the land due to their greed. What has She done by forsaking us? What can She do to save us? God wonders...
-Temple Mother, Veza Gazacar
Marta observed his mother as she stood from the side of her bed. The headstrong woman braced herself, trembling while the pain twisted her body. He looked over her, for the way she groaned and gasped one would have thought the cause visible, like a broken bone or an open wound. But years in effluent fields and toxic mines caused his mother’s tumors to spread before the symptoms appeared. His mother, Meke Linca, was only thirty-five. Himself, seventeen. As the pain worsened, he hated seeing her struggle to get about her day, and for the past few weeks, to his relief, she refused to fight for a life slipping away from her.
“Son, help me into my uniform,” she said, pointing at a faded military garb she had obtained in combat school, at the tail-end of the Fort Raid wars and a year before Marta’s birth. It was the one decent clothing she had for the matchmaker’s meeting. Age and years of poor nourishment made her outgrow the dated garb, but with death now nipping at her flesh, Meke was able to fit it again.
Marta slipped his mother’s frail, trembling body into the uniform, arm by arm, leg by leg, praying the pain away while holding back tears.
Death had come too soon.
He buttoned her up and tried to straighten the deep wrinkles out, but the effort was frivolous. He looked deep into his mother’s eyes, but she quickly turned away. “Help me into the living room.”
It didn’t take much to get there. Their home wasn’t a shack by any measure. It was modest and quaint and slightly larger than most of the houses in the slum, never mind the tenements that made up Fulna.
Marta helped his mother to her favorite chair, which was crafted by one of her many lovers before he married off. After handing her a small cup of gin, he raced to his room to ready himself. He placed his bronzer on his soft cheekbones meticulously and rubbed rose-colored lip balm on his full lips. His eyelashes were long and dark against his blue eyes and pale skin. He grabbed his golden roses embroidered shawl to cover his curly brown mane. When he heard a knock at the door, he inhaled deeply and darted from his room before his mother moved a muscle. Marta answered in a coy whisper.
An old woman known around the slum as Mama Doni stood beyond the threshold with a cigarette in hand and the heavy scent of gin coming from her breath. “Marta, Marta. Don’t you look beautiful today?”
Marta lowered his gaze, and stepped aside, allowing Mama Doni in. His mother greeted the matchmaker with a level of annoyance that surprised Marta and got a raised brow from the cigarette-fouled woman.
“Well, I see. You don’t want to marry your precious son off?” Mama Doni huffed as she sat on the sofa. “And you, Marta. You didn’t have any lady friends, no one to take your hand?”
Mother sighed. “He’s studious.”
Marta caught a hint of seduction in the matchmaker’s eyes under the red haze of her cigarette. He quickly looked away.
“And we have no family. None that would do right by him, anyway. He’s religious, goes to the Temple every now and then. He can cook, clean, and as I’m still alive and looking decent,” his mother said, her eyes running over her bony body, “he’s a decent caregiver. My son will be good with children. I won’t be here long, and I have nothing to give him. It will be hard for a young man like him to find work.”
“He could sell his sperm. He wouldn’t even have to go register. Plenty of women here who will pay top—”
“Or he can get married.”
Mama Doni rolled her eyes. “Which is still the same.”
“No, it isn’t!” his mother snapped.
“Let me tell you: when I put out that Meke Linca is seeking marriage arrangements for her son, you should have seen all the replies I had received. And make no mistake—I know I don’t look the part, but I did my due diligence. There were so many women who’ve had numerous arrangements, and still sought young, beautiful men again and again. These women get themselves a new boy, fuck him until she gets pregnant, or keep him around if she fancies him enough. Which I must admit,” Mama Doni turned to Marta, “may very well happen. But that’s no different from those boys on the streets or at the brothels. At least if he fails, his failure is his own. And if he succeeds, then well, that is his own too.”
“Mama Doni, we go way back. We’ve been friends through it all, haven’t we? We used to go to bars and then to brothels, drinking and fucking our life away. Each time, who was under us? Young men like my son. A couple of them you had children with. But do your children know them? Your daughter, Zuke. Guess where I saw her father last? At the soup kitchen. Skin and bones, like me. We all die, we all end up in the same place, but at least I didn’t have to lick a bunch of women each day to sustain myself. I do not want that for my son, and if he doesn’t marry before I meet God, we both know that’s where he will be.”
A hard knock startled Marta and his mother, but Mama Doni rose from the sofa with a content sigh.
“Well, lucky for you, I think I’ve found someone.” Mama Doni opened the door without answering it and welcomed the woman in. “Sioba Vedu, a twelve-star general discharge with honors plus a very generous lifetime stipend from the Queen.”
“Miss Meke Linca,” the battle-scarred woman said. She stood before the door with an arduous appearance Marta was sure she’d earned from her many years as a warrior.
“Fucking Sioba, the bitch that did this to me,” mother declared. She glared at the tall woman with such hate that Marta became alarmed and afraid.
Sioba glanced at Marta, but he swiftly bowed his head. His hands were red and sweaty as he caressed his nervousness away. Or at least tried to.
“You know very well your actions caused that. I was in no position to defend your lies, not that I would have if I had been.”
“And now you’re here to taunt me. What is Marta going to be, huh? Your fourth husband after your third one ran off and got murdered?” Mother spat, her sickly face flushed with anger and hatred.
Sioba was well-known throughout the nation for two reasons: the war and her husbands. She had become famous for being a brutal general. But by doing so, she had managed to kill the leader of the aliens invading the world. She took no prisoners and preferred executing every last one on the spot.
But it was her husbands that tarnished her name amongst women who dream of becoming like her. Her first husband had been a famous brothel dancer who may have bedded numerous women, but no one knows for sure. She never had a child with him, sparking rumors that she acts on lust. Her second husband came from a desert village in Sokia. There, veiled men are given to women such as Sioba as gifts—this slander the Queen’s representatives tried to get rid of to no avail. Sioba has two children with him. And the third one, a motherless, homeless young man she met at the newly built Men’s shelter in the tropical city of Elva. She adopted his son, a decision many found cunning since the Queen, whose rule Sioba abided with a heavy hand, had twelve daughters.
And then one night her husband disappeared, and his body was found six months later. A nail in the coffin for her. A dishonorable reputation was hard to get rid of in today’s climate. So, despite who Sioba was, Marta could not have been any less excited.
Sioba stood stern and unyielding. “I heard about your fate when I visited the Queen’s Hospital. And then I stopped to see Mama Doni. Yes, I would like to have another husband. After all, it is my right as a woman. But more than that, you know me. You know who I am as a person. I’m here to extend my hand. I can have any man I want, but can he have any woman?” Marta saw that she winced at her words, “There’s never a right way about this. Especially now since times are changing.”
Marta saw that his mother was trembling, and although she held it in well, her pain was visible to him. So, he stood up and went to her. The room fell quiet. Everyone turned their gaze at him—Mama Doni with lust, Sioba with concern, and Mother with confusion. During such arrangements, men were often not present until their mothers found someone suitable. Women were simple and laying their eyes upon a man as virtuous and innocent as Marta, they would say and do anything to win the mother over.
Marta being there was out of order in the first place. “Mother, let me take you to bed.”
Mother shook her head, and yet, placed her arm limply around her son’s neck. “I’ve failed you, son. I should have been prepared a long time ago,” she whispered.
Marta saw the end too. His mother may have turned a blind eye to her death because of ego, but Marta did the same out of hope. “Hush, mother.”
They limped their way into her room. The midday sun beamed through the dusty blinds and sooted curtains. Mother used to have him wash them every third Saturday, before she had gotten cancer. He made a mental note to clean them later that night.
“What do you want to do? I’m sorry that I haven’t asked you until now.”
But she had, numerous times weeks ago. And Marta had told her yes. A young man without a family would have to endure a difficult life. Were there men who have succeeded without being in the arms of a woman? Sure. Young men like him? Of course, not. Those men came from wealthy families, and often their marriages were already arranged by the time they reach puberty. Indeed, love marriages aren’t uncommon—and Marta tried. The slums were unforgiving for women as well, and their lives were filled with trauma and unrelenting expectations. And therefore, women in the slums, young and old, sought men that were worldly, who laughed at their jokes, weren’t apprehensive of their desires, and Marta was a Temple-visiting man too pious for his own good. “Get some rest.”
When Marta returned, he’d half expected Mama Doni and this Sioba to have left, but there they stood, in the middle of the living room whispering amongst each other. He adjusted the shawl over his hair. This was the perfect time to take his future by the reins, but instead, he went into the kitchen and turned on the kettle. Mama Doni walked through the narrow hallway. He knew it was her because she had a twisted hip and was too damn old to pick up her sandaled feet. She sat at the table. “Is your mother alright?”
Although he answered, Marta was annoyed with the question. Annoyed with her presence, really. “Whatever is going to happen, it is in God’s hands now.”
The kettle sang. The heavy, rhythmic footsteps of Sioba made Marta anxious. He wasn’t ready to take his future by the reins just yet.
Marta placed two porcelain cups along with their matching saucer on the counter, then filled them the way he was taught at the temple. He set the two cups on the table and pulled back a chair, inviting Sioba to sit down. Her expression was stern again, which caused Marta’s heart to skip a beat or two. Was he doing something wrong? She sat down with a heavy sigh and a stern gaze toward Mama Doni.
“Don’t be alarmed, child. We understand your mother should be here talking to us right now. I have a daughter that knows you, or knows of you, and she told me plenty about you. You are young—seventeen years old! And I’ve seen you plenty of times at the Temple,” Mama Doni smiled a mouthful of crimson-stained teeth, “If you take up my offer, you’ll be well off than all of them out there.”
Sioba took a sip of tea, then said, “Or you can come with me. You don’t have to marry me—obviously, you aren’t ready for marriage. I have room in my house. If you go to school, make something of yourself, I don’t mind.” She looked at Marta, who, for the first time, held her gaze.
He nodded, for that was all he could do. Without his mother’s blessing, there wasn’t much to this meeting. He said shyly, “My mother will contact you—both of you—tomorrow with our decision.” He tried to sound mature and brave, but he felt like a small insect in front of these two women.
“Please do,” Sioba said. She rose from her chair and stood until Mama Doni sighed and got up and left. Sioba followed without uttering a word.
Sunlight seeped through the apartment as best as it could, considering the other towering tenements. Seeing it made Marta hopeful, which, in a place like this, is all he will ever have. With his bearings intact, Marta opened his mother’s bedroom door. He picked on it right away, her death. The way her mouth slanted off to the side, the way the whites of her eyes seemed…whiter. Other than that, she looked like she was sleeping. And while Marta was heartbroken and scared, he was relieved.
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-Temple Mother, Veza Gazacar
Marta observed his mother as she stood from the side of her bed. The headstrong woman braced herself, trembling while the pain twisted her body. He looked over her, for the way she groaned and gasped one would have thought the cause visible, like a broken bone or an open wound. But years in effluent fields and toxic mines caused his mother’s tumors to spread before the symptoms appeared. His mother, Meke Linca, was only thirty-five. Himself, seventeen. As the pain worsened, he hated seeing her struggle to get about her day, and for the past few weeks, to his relief, she refused to fight for a life slipping away from her.
“Son, help me into my uniform,” she said, pointing at a faded military garb she had obtained in combat school, at the tail-end of the Fort Raid wars and a year before Marta’s birth. It was the one decent clothing she had for the matchmaker’s meeting. Age and years of poor nourishment made her outgrow the dated garb, but with death now nipping at her flesh, Meke was able to fit it again.
Marta slipped his mother’s frail, trembling body into the uniform, arm by arm, leg by leg, praying the pain away while holding back tears.
Death had come too soon.
He buttoned her up and tried to straighten the deep wrinkles out, but the effort was frivolous. He looked deep into his mother’s eyes, but she quickly turned away. “Help me into the living room.”
It didn’t take much to get there. Their home wasn’t a shack by any measure. It was modest and quaint and slightly larger than most of the houses in the slum, never mind the tenements that made up Fulna.
Marta helped his mother to her favorite chair, which was crafted by one of her many lovers before he married off. After handing her a small cup of gin, he raced to his room to ready himself. He placed his bronzer on his soft cheekbones meticulously and rubbed rose-colored lip balm on his full lips. His eyelashes were long and dark against his blue eyes and pale skin. He grabbed his golden roses embroidered shawl to cover his curly brown mane. When he heard a knock at the door, he inhaled deeply and darted from his room before his mother moved a muscle. Marta answered in a coy whisper.
An old woman known around the slum as Mama Doni stood beyond the threshold with a cigarette in hand and the heavy scent of gin coming from her breath. “Marta, Marta. Don’t you look beautiful today?”
Marta lowered his gaze, and stepped aside, allowing Mama Doni in. His mother greeted the matchmaker with a level of annoyance that surprised Marta and got a raised brow from the cigarette-fouled woman.
“Well, I see. You don’t want to marry your precious son off?” Mama Doni huffed as she sat on the sofa. “And you, Marta. You didn’t have any lady friends, no one to take your hand?”
Mother sighed. “He’s studious.”
Marta caught a hint of seduction in the matchmaker’s eyes under the red haze of her cigarette. He quickly looked away.
“And we have no family. None that would do right by him, anyway. He’s religious, goes to the Temple every now and then. He can cook, clean, and as I’m still alive and looking decent,” his mother said, her eyes running over her bony body, “he’s a decent caregiver. My son will be good with children. I won’t be here long, and I have nothing to give him. It will be hard for a young man like him to find work.”
“He could sell his sperm. He wouldn’t even have to go register. Plenty of women here who will pay top—”
“Or he can get married.”
Mama Doni rolled her eyes. “Which is still the same.”
“No, it isn’t!” his mother snapped.
“Let me tell you: when I put out that Meke Linca is seeking marriage arrangements for her son, you should have seen all the replies I had received. And make no mistake—I know I don’t look the part, but I did my due diligence. There were so many women who’ve had numerous arrangements, and still sought young, beautiful men again and again. These women get themselves a new boy, fuck him until she gets pregnant, or keep him around if she fancies him enough. Which I must admit,” Mama Doni turned to Marta, “may very well happen. But that’s no different from those boys on the streets or at the brothels. At least if he fails, his failure is his own. And if he succeeds, then well, that is his own too.”
“Mama Doni, we go way back. We’ve been friends through it all, haven’t we? We used to go to bars and then to brothels, drinking and fucking our life away. Each time, who was under us? Young men like my son. A couple of them you had children with. But do your children know them? Your daughter, Zuke. Guess where I saw her father last? At the soup kitchen. Skin and bones, like me. We all die, we all end up in the same place, but at least I didn’t have to lick a bunch of women each day to sustain myself. I do not want that for my son, and if he doesn’t marry before I meet God, we both know that’s where he will be.”
A hard knock startled Marta and his mother, but Mama Doni rose from the sofa with a content sigh.
“Well, lucky for you, I think I’ve found someone.” Mama Doni opened the door without answering it and welcomed the woman in. “Sioba Vedu, a twelve-star general discharge with honors plus a very generous lifetime stipend from the Queen.”
“Miss Meke Linca,” the battle-scarred woman said. She stood before the door with an arduous appearance Marta was sure she’d earned from her many years as a warrior.
“Fucking Sioba, the bitch that did this to me,” mother declared. She glared at the tall woman with such hate that Marta became alarmed and afraid.
Sioba glanced at Marta, but he swiftly bowed his head. His hands were red and sweaty as he caressed his nervousness away. Or at least tried to.
“You know very well your actions caused that. I was in no position to defend your lies, not that I would have if I had been.”
“And now you’re here to taunt me. What is Marta going to be, huh? Your fourth husband after your third one ran off and got murdered?” Mother spat, her sickly face flushed with anger and hatred.
Sioba was well-known throughout the nation for two reasons: the war and her husbands. She had become famous for being a brutal general. But by doing so, she had managed to kill the leader of the aliens invading the world. She took no prisoners and preferred executing every last one on the spot.
But it was her husbands that tarnished her name amongst women who dream of becoming like her. Her first husband had been a famous brothel dancer who may have bedded numerous women, but no one knows for sure. She never had a child with him, sparking rumors that she acts on lust. Her second husband came from a desert village in Sokia. There, veiled men are given to women such as Sioba as gifts—this slander the Queen’s representatives tried to get rid of to no avail. Sioba has two children with him. And the third one, a motherless, homeless young man she met at the newly built Men’s shelter in the tropical city of Elva. She adopted his son, a decision many found cunning since the Queen, whose rule Sioba abided with a heavy hand, had twelve daughters.
And then one night her husband disappeared, and his body was found six months later. A nail in the coffin for her. A dishonorable reputation was hard to get rid of in today’s climate. So, despite who Sioba was, Marta could not have been any less excited.
Sioba stood stern and unyielding. “I heard about your fate when I visited the Queen’s Hospital. And then I stopped to see Mama Doni. Yes, I would like to have another husband. After all, it is my right as a woman. But more than that, you know me. You know who I am as a person. I’m here to extend my hand. I can have any man I want, but can he have any woman?” Marta saw that she winced at her words, “There’s never a right way about this. Especially now since times are changing.”
Marta saw that his mother was trembling, and although she held it in well, her pain was visible to him. So, he stood up and went to her. The room fell quiet. Everyone turned their gaze at him—Mama Doni with lust, Sioba with concern, and Mother with confusion. During such arrangements, men were often not present until their mothers found someone suitable. Women were simple and laying their eyes upon a man as virtuous and innocent as Marta, they would say and do anything to win the mother over.
Marta being there was out of order in the first place. “Mother, let me take you to bed.”
Mother shook her head, and yet, placed her arm limply around her son’s neck. “I’ve failed you, son. I should have been prepared a long time ago,” she whispered.
Marta saw the end too. His mother may have turned a blind eye to her death because of ego, but Marta did the same out of hope. “Hush, mother.”
They limped their way into her room. The midday sun beamed through the dusty blinds and sooted curtains. Mother used to have him wash them every third Saturday, before she had gotten cancer. He made a mental note to clean them later that night.
“What do you want to do? I’m sorry that I haven’t asked you until now.”
But she had, numerous times weeks ago. And Marta had told her yes. A young man without a family would have to endure a difficult life. Were there men who have succeeded without being in the arms of a woman? Sure. Young men like him? Of course, not. Those men came from wealthy families, and often their marriages were already arranged by the time they reach puberty. Indeed, love marriages aren’t uncommon—and Marta tried. The slums were unforgiving for women as well, and their lives were filled with trauma and unrelenting expectations. And therefore, women in the slums, young and old, sought men that were worldly, who laughed at their jokes, weren’t apprehensive of their desires, and Marta was a Temple-visiting man too pious for his own good. “Get some rest.”
When Marta returned, he’d half expected Mama Doni and this Sioba to have left, but there they stood, in the middle of the living room whispering amongst each other. He adjusted the shawl over his hair. This was the perfect time to take his future by the reins, but instead, he went into the kitchen and turned on the kettle. Mama Doni walked through the narrow hallway. He knew it was her because she had a twisted hip and was too damn old to pick up her sandaled feet. She sat at the table. “Is your mother alright?”
Although he answered, Marta was annoyed with the question. Annoyed with her presence, really. “Whatever is going to happen, it is in God’s hands now.”
The kettle sang. The heavy, rhythmic footsteps of Sioba made Marta anxious. He wasn’t ready to take his future by the reins just yet.
Marta placed two porcelain cups along with their matching saucer on the counter, then filled them the way he was taught at the temple. He set the two cups on the table and pulled back a chair, inviting Sioba to sit down. Her expression was stern again, which caused Marta’s heart to skip a beat or two. Was he doing something wrong? She sat down with a heavy sigh and a stern gaze toward Mama Doni.
“Don’t be alarmed, child. We understand your mother should be here talking to us right now. I have a daughter that knows you, or knows of you, and she told me plenty about you. You are young—seventeen years old! And I’ve seen you plenty of times at the Temple,” Mama Doni smiled a mouthful of crimson-stained teeth, “If you take up my offer, you’ll be well off than all of them out there.”
Sioba took a sip of tea, then said, “Or you can come with me. You don’t have to marry me—obviously, you aren’t ready for marriage. I have room in my house. If you go to school, make something of yourself, I don’t mind.” She looked at Marta, who, for the first time, held her gaze.
He nodded, for that was all he could do. Without his mother’s blessing, there wasn’t much to this meeting. He said shyly, “My mother will contact you—both of you—tomorrow with our decision.” He tried to sound mature and brave, but he felt like a small insect in front of these two women.
“Please do,” Sioba said. She rose from her chair and stood until Mama Doni sighed and got up and left. Sioba followed without uttering a word.
Sunlight seeped through the apartment as best as it could, considering the other towering tenements. Seeing it made Marta hopeful, which, in a place like this, is all he will ever have. With his bearings intact, Marta opened his mother’s bedroom door. He picked on it right away, her death. The way her mouth slanted off to the side, the way the whites of her eyes seemed…whiter. Other than that, she looked like she was sleeping. And while Marta was heartbroken and scared, he was relieved.
2023.03.22 00:52 ILoveSkeletalFamily 20 [F4R] Ohio/Anywhere, Online - Jasmine And Rose
So, I’ll be out of everyone’s hair after this, as I don’t want to overload the sub. #_#
Anyway, I just moved to Ohio from IL. And I’m in college for Electrical engineering & Mortuary Science. Mad scientist-esque yes but no worries, I’d have to actually be good at chemistry to be like that.
Been a punk since I was very little. Huge into the lifestyle, DIY & theory. I listen to & play mostly that [Crust, HxC] but other genres too. I also like historical stuff, namely the Victorian era and WW2.
160cm, Kinda shy. I’m really only either at the library, record store, forest or work. I live next to a shit ton of churches/Christian colleges, so no one here unfortunately.
Prefs: Childfree and Not wanting kids. No couples or b*sm stuff please. Around 19-24.. Please have a photo of you too.
I do start convos, so if you’re here from my intro, Hiii. Hope that shit didn’t bore you death.
Me [album]: https://imgur.com/a/php9NRq
P.S. I have no piercings, Should I get my nose pierced?
Until next time, X ILSF
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Anyway, I just moved to Ohio from IL. And I’m in college for Electrical engineering & Mortuary Science. Mad scientist-esque yes but no worries, I’d have to actually be good at chemistry to be like that.
Been a punk since I was very little. Huge into the lifestyle, DIY & theory. I listen to & play mostly that [Crust, HxC] but other genres too. I also like historical stuff, namely the Victorian era and WW2.
160cm, Kinda shy. I’m really only either at the library, record store, forest or work. I live next to a shit ton of churches/Christian colleges, so no one here unfortunately.
Prefs: Childfree and Not wanting kids. No couples or b*sm stuff please. Around 19-24.. Please have a photo of you too.
I do start convos, so if you’re here from my intro, Hiii. Hope that shit didn’t bore you death.
Me [album]: https://imgur.com/a/php9NRq
P.S. I have no piercings, Should I get my nose pierced?
Until next time, X ILSF
2023.03.22 00:28 GroovyKeelyn Pc Crashes, PC Guru needed
Alright so some background basically my pc crashes to almost every newly released game, for example I have been trying to play games recently released like uncharted collection, dead space remake, resident evil village, guardians of the galaxy and the Judgement games. What I don't understand is that older games and specific recently released games like Ready or Not, Hunt Showdown and more seem to work fine. I have done all the solutions such as cleaning and updating graphic drivers,
reinstalling windows and drivers in their entirety.
Experimenting with direct x.
I ave tried running uncharted in dx11 through the properties but the game forces it onto 12.
I have also changed power mode to best performance in the system settings.
The furthest I have went is that I have bought an MSI TOMAHAWK MOTHERBOARD, AMD RYZEN 9 CPU, Corsair Liquid Cooling, Samsung Evo SSD and even a bigger tower for all of the parts so overheating should never be an issue.
In a nutshell it is more or less a brand new pc as all my drives were wiped apart from the E and D Drives.
Another piece of information too is that I am trying to play uncharted from the D drive and it varies from crashing as it boots up or move the character a few steps and then a crash will happen. With Dead Space Remake it is installed on the SSD and it crashes upon opening. I've wrecked my head with this problem for 2 months now so I beg for some mythical being here to help me.
Parts i didnt mention= NVIDIA 3060 GPU 16gb RAM
Sorry for being silly but any help is appreciated.
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reinstalling windows and drivers in their entirety.
Experimenting with direct x.
I ave tried running uncharted in dx11 through the properties but the game forces it onto 12.
I have also changed power mode to best performance in the system settings.
The furthest I have went is that I have bought an MSI TOMAHAWK MOTHERBOARD, AMD RYZEN 9 CPU, Corsair Liquid Cooling, Samsung Evo SSD and even a bigger tower for all of the parts so overheating should never be an issue.
In a nutshell it is more or less a brand new pc as all my drives were wiped apart from the E and D Drives.
Another piece of information too is that I am trying to play uncharted from the D drive and it varies from crashing as it boots up or move the character a few steps and then a crash will happen. With Dead Space Remake it is installed on the SSD and it crashes upon opening. I've wrecked my head with this problem for 2 months now so I beg for some mythical being here to help me.
Parts i didnt mention= NVIDIA 3060 GPU 16gb RAM
Sorry for being silly but any help is appreciated.
2023.03.22 00:08 TangySensation [Listing] Beautiful, Spacious, Convenient 2BR/1BA in West Harlem, $2540/Month, Available April 15th, Lease Takeover, Rent Stabilized, In-Unit Washer/Dryer
Hi everyone! I'm looking for someone to take over my lease starting April 15th. The end date of the lease is March 31st, 2024.
I've been living in this hidden gem of an apartment for the past 4 years now and recently renewed again for a 5th year without any hesitation because of how seriously amazing the apartment is but will unfortunately have to part ways with it due to sudden personal circumstances and am looking for someone to takeover. Feel free to DM with any questions!
Pictures: https://imgur.com/a/KQUrTTU
Apartment Details:
Again, feel free to leave a comment or DM me directly if you’re interested and I’d be happy to answer any questions! :)
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I've been living in this hidden gem of an apartment for the past 4 years now and recently renewed again for a 5th year without any hesitation because of how seriously amazing the apartment is but will unfortunately have to part ways with it due to sudden personal circumstances and am looking for someone to takeover. Feel free to DM with any questions!
Pictures: https://imgur.com/a/KQUrTTU
Apartment Details:
- 2B1BA located in West Harlem
- $2540 Rent, Rent stabilized apartment!
- Across the street from the ABCD 125th St station (extremely close - less than 1 minute walking)
- 1 express stop (~8 min) to 59th Street Columbus Circle station (1ABCD)
- Consistent ~15-20 minutes to Midtown from apartment door
- Spacious apartment, huge bedrooms (each bedroom has a closet and can very comfortably fit a queen-size bed and desk)
- Recently renovated with sleek modern interior design
- In-unit washedryer
- Dishwasher
- Beautiful natural light (bedroom windows east-facing, living room windows: west-facing)
- Top/fifth floor of walk up so it’s quiet and peaceful since there’s nobody above
- Amazing and responsive management staff, office around the corner
- No broker's fee
- Heat and water included
- Nearby
- Supermarkets: Key Foods (~4 min walk), Whole Foods (~12 min walk)
- Restaurants/Food - within 5 min walk: Maison Harlem, Manna's, Starbucks, Chinese, McDonalds, Subway, Popeyes, Krispy Kreme, Dunkin Donuts
- Gyms: Blink Fitness, New York Sports Club (~5 min walk), Planet Fitness (~8 min walk)
- Miscellaneous - within 5 min walk: CVS, Chase Bank, USPS, AMC Movie Theater
- BONUS: To help with a smooth transition to move in and to save yourself time, money, and effort with installation, I can leave the place partially furnished with the below for a largely discounted negotiable price:
| Furnishing | Retail Value |
|---|---|
| IKEA Couch | $1000 |
| 3 Air Conditioners | $750 |
| IKEA MALM 6 Drawer Dresser | $300 |
| Bedroom Curtains & Curtain Rods | $250 |
| Bedroom/Kitchen/Living Room Blinds | $150 |
| Shoe Rack (holds ~40 shoes) | $50 |
| Total | $2500 |
2023.03.22 00:07 nintendogirl1989 Columbus, Ohio nonresident tax?
I own a rental in Columbus, OH but live in California, do I need to file nonresident city tax for Columbus, OH?
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2023.03.21 23:49 WhiteBreedingBull 37 [M4F] #Columbus, Ohio - Make me a Dad
I'm hoping to find a long term partner to make and keep pregnant. Yes, regular fillings even when pregnant. I'm open to a no-strings arrangement, but would like a large family of my own. Work keeps me away from home 4 nights per week. A woman who's properly domesticated (1950's Houseife, a bit) who can feed me and bare my children would be most excellent. Any woman who loves getting creamed regularly, I'm not opposed to you, either. It'll always be raw, inhibited, sex with the full intention on making you pregnant (whether or not you're fertile).
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2023.03.21 23:46 conf1rmer What types of modern high-density architecture promote "village-like" living?
I've been reading about the Iroquois longhouses and to me it seems like many nearby units of group housing numbering from 50-100 people where one can easily change "micro-village" often tend to promote the greatest amount of human happiness and can minimize abusive power structures especially among children.
Obviously while this is probably a good idea this isn't for everyone but still I'm curious: What types of architecture promote this type of familial unit irl that aren't low-density and using modern materials and architectural styles?
Regular modern apartments compartmentalize people into micro urban fiefdoms that isolate and deprive people of human contact regardless of density (I mean just look at Japanese society). Soviet "commie blocs" seem to sort of fit this bill by creating micro-cities but they still regiment people into generational or nuclear family units within the micro-city, I'm looking for a type of housing that at its lowest level liquidates such familial types and creates a village/tribal familial unit, just in a modern context. Any ideas?
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Obviously while this is probably a good idea this isn't for everyone but still I'm curious: What types of architecture promote this type of familial unit irl that aren't low-density and using modern materials and architectural styles?
Regular modern apartments compartmentalize people into micro urban fiefdoms that isolate and deprive people of human contact regardless of density (I mean just look at Japanese society). Soviet "commie blocs" seem to sort of fit this bill by creating micro-cities but they still regiment people into generational or nuclear family units within the micro-city, I'm looking for a type of housing that at its lowest level liquidates such familial types and creates a village/tribal familial unit, just in a modern context. Any ideas?
2023.03.21 23:08 1-dontknowwhy Staying In Malaysia For 2 Months (July + August) & Trying To Visit 10 Countries HOPEFULLY
Hi, 21M from NYC , I've been planning this trip for a few weeks now and have officially booked the tickets to Kuala Lumpur and am finally set on going, and would like a little feedback I couldn't get with reading everything online. I looked through the FAQ of this Reddit which gave some more clarity, especially on phone sims and data. There are so many things I want to see but have limited time and want to make the best of it. For the countries I plan on visiting I have about 2-4 things planned and am open to some suggestions.
ADVICE I WOULD LIKE I would like is what are some must sees I should include in my trip, and what are some shocking things I should expect or be extra cautious of while traveling to these countries. What is the best way to deal with getting sick in any of these countries go to hospital or doctor or? Since I am going to almost 10 countries should I focus on learning every language, or realistically can I get by in some of these countries with only google translate. How effective is google translate or what better apps would you recommend while traveling to communicate? How receptive are locals if I walk around with a bodycamera or a small camera to film my experiences or should I just not and avoid this .
Quick backstory I lived in the same house growing up my entire life, and had a pretty sheltered life in middle class. I moved out at 19 (currently 21M) and lived on my own in many different parts of the US from the PNW to NYC. I have been to Mexico & Canada. This will be the first time I leave North America ever, and will be traveling alone. My plan is to rent an apartment in Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia from July 1-August 31st (Return Flight back to US before semester starts) and use it as a homebase to visit other countries in SE Asia.
Outside of the usual things people seek to experience in travel something I would like (with due caution) is to visit some villages in these countries and just witness poverty and gain an appreciation for life more and give back a little. I plan on relying on locals to show me around outside of my planned itinerary. Also, potentially I would be interested in filming a challenge show or short TV drama in one of these countries but a lot of stars would have to align to do this and this would be a major bonus if it actually does happen.
I chose KL City because English is spoken widely, and it is relatively modern with good wifi/data coverage I need to maintain my business while traveling. As well as it's a central airport with cheap flights and short travel times to other nearby countries I want to spend about 3-5 days in each country with the exception of Hong Kong and Taiwan. I don't really have set dates for any country but plan on traveling to a diff country every weekend and spending middle of the week resting, put in a full workday for my business, and continue exploring KL City.
Everywhere I would be staying in a airbnb or hotel. I don't plan on staying in a hostel more than a night to meet people. My budget is none, I'm looking for memories and experiences to enjoy but reasonably I'd like to stay under 15K.
Main Interests
Nightlife, Meeting Locals, Beaches, Boating, Local Fashion, Waterfalls, Fishing, Animal Conservatories, Scenic Locations.
I would like to visit factories and manufacturing hubs in Vietnam primarily and other countries as well but it is not a priority.
FORSURE GOING - MUST VISIT
Hong Kong - This is the one city I am so excited for and literally can't wait. I want to just immerse myself into Hong Kong and network with businessmen from all around the world and try all the local seafood, explore night markets, and nightlife as well as explore the mysteries behind the city (I watched A LOT of Hong Kong videos lol). 2 nights here.
Taiwan - Explore the night markets in Tapei City, and relax in hot springs in Wulai. 2 Nights then to HK
Vietnam - Outside of the beaches, tunnels, and coffee shops, I want to visit factories and industrial areas in hopes to network and become a Sales Representative for these factories and helping them with gaining new business in the US. - 4 nights
Thailand - Plans in Phuket for my birthday weekend middle of July & again for the Moon Festival Party on Ko Pha Ngan in August. A friend will be showing me around Phuket and will be the only person I will know on this trip. I may visit Bangkok but plan on staying in Phuket mostly. 5 Nights then 2-3 nights for Moon Festival.
South Korea - I love Korean culture and have experienced a lot of it locally. Seoul + Incheon - 3 nights planned and may return a 2nd time.
Singapore - It's literally next door to Malaysia, worth a visit, WHY NOT? Most likely will spend 1-2 nights here.
Brunei/Borneo - I share the same Birthday as the sultan and was considering visiting during our Birthday Celebrations lol. Islamic Architecture, palaces, and hopefully some Orangutan sightings. I plan on spending 3-4 nights on Borneo itself. Pom Pom resort is something on my sights.
**CONSIDERING POSSIBLY [IN THIS ORDER]**\*
CAMBODIA [Fly In Phnom Penh drive up to Siem Riep and then fly to Sihanouk and drive back to PP]
The one major deterrent keeping me on the edge about Cambodia and keeping it off the must visit list is the language barrier (lowest English-speaking % out of the countries I plan on visiting) , as well as safety concerns. If I do go I'd spend 4 nights
PHILIPPINES [MANILA] - Short Flight, + a lengthy layover In Singapore could let me do a 2 for 1 trip. I plan on visiting Romblan Island if I do go 5 Nights.
CHINA [HAINAN] - Beaches + Local Seafood + Sanya Tax Free Mall. I have never been to Hawaii in the US, Hainan is the Hawaii of China so it would be nice to visit Hainan. Would be fun if I have time.
Thank you in advance for the help. Sorry for the long post, I hope to come back in a few weeks with a set itinerary to share and a more concrete budget as well as a trip report when I return!
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ADVICE I WOULD LIKE I would like is what are some must sees I should include in my trip, and what are some shocking things I should expect or be extra cautious of while traveling to these countries. What is the best way to deal with getting sick in any of these countries go to hospital or doctor or? Since I am going to almost 10 countries should I focus on learning every language, or realistically can I get by in some of these countries with only google translate. How effective is google translate or what better apps would you recommend while traveling to communicate? How receptive are locals if I walk around with a bodycamera or a small camera to film my experiences or should I just not and avoid this .
Quick backstory I lived in the same house growing up my entire life, and had a pretty sheltered life in middle class. I moved out at 19 (currently 21M) and lived on my own in many different parts of the US from the PNW to NYC. I have been to Mexico & Canada. This will be the first time I leave North America ever, and will be traveling alone. My plan is to rent an apartment in Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia from July 1-August 31st (Return Flight back to US before semester starts) and use it as a homebase to visit other countries in SE Asia.
Outside of the usual things people seek to experience in travel something I would like (with due caution) is to visit some villages in these countries and just witness poverty and gain an appreciation for life more and give back a little. I plan on relying on locals to show me around outside of my planned itinerary. Also, potentially I would be interested in filming a challenge show or short TV drama in one of these countries but a lot of stars would have to align to do this and this would be a major bonus if it actually does happen.
I chose KL City because English is spoken widely, and it is relatively modern with good wifi/data coverage I need to maintain my business while traveling. As well as it's a central airport with cheap flights and short travel times to other nearby countries I want to spend about 3-5 days in each country with the exception of Hong Kong and Taiwan. I don't really have set dates for any country but plan on traveling to a diff country every weekend and spending middle of the week resting, put in a full workday for my business, and continue exploring KL City.
Everywhere I would be staying in a airbnb or hotel. I don't plan on staying in a hostel more than a night to meet people. My budget is none, I'm looking for memories and experiences to enjoy but reasonably I'd like to stay under 15K.
Main Interests
Nightlife, Meeting Locals, Beaches, Boating, Local Fashion, Waterfalls, Fishing, Animal Conservatories, Scenic Locations.
I would like to visit factories and manufacturing hubs in Vietnam primarily and other countries as well but it is not a priority.
FORSURE GOING - MUST VISIT
Hong Kong - This is the one city I am so excited for and literally can't wait. I want to just immerse myself into Hong Kong and network with businessmen from all around the world and try all the local seafood, explore night markets, and nightlife as well as explore the mysteries behind the city (I watched A LOT of Hong Kong videos lol). 2 nights here.
Taiwan - Explore the night markets in Tapei City, and relax in hot springs in Wulai. 2 Nights then to HK
Vietnam - Outside of the beaches, tunnels, and coffee shops, I want to visit factories and industrial areas in hopes to network and become a Sales Representative for these factories and helping them with gaining new business in the US. - 4 nights
Thailand - Plans in Phuket for my birthday weekend middle of July & again for the Moon Festival Party on Ko Pha Ngan in August. A friend will be showing me around Phuket and will be the only person I will know on this trip. I may visit Bangkok but plan on staying in Phuket mostly. 5 Nights then 2-3 nights for Moon Festival.
South Korea - I love Korean culture and have experienced a lot of it locally. Seoul + Incheon - 3 nights planned and may return a 2nd time.
Singapore - It's literally next door to Malaysia, worth a visit, WHY NOT? Most likely will spend 1-2 nights here.
Brunei/Borneo - I share the same Birthday as the sultan and was considering visiting during our Birthday Celebrations lol. Islamic Architecture, palaces, and hopefully some Orangutan sightings. I plan on spending 3-4 nights on Borneo itself. Pom Pom resort is something on my sights.
**CONSIDERING POSSIBLY [IN THIS ORDER]**\*
CAMBODIA [Fly In Phnom Penh drive up to Siem Riep and then fly to Sihanouk and drive back to PP]
The one major deterrent keeping me on the edge about Cambodia and keeping it off the must visit list is the language barrier (lowest English-speaking % out of the countries I plan on visiting) , as well as safety concerns. If I do go I'd spend 4 nights
PHILIPPINES [MANILA] - Short Flight, + a lengthy layover In Singapore could let me do a 2 for 1 trip. I plan on visiting Romblan Island if I do go 5 Nights.
CHINA [HAINAN] - Beaches + Local Seafood + Sanya Tax Free Mall. I have never been to Hawaii in the US, Hainan is the Hawaii of China so it would be nice to visit Hainan. Would be fun if I have time.
Thank you in advance for the help. Sorry for the long post, I hope to come back in a few weeks with a set itinerary to share and a more concrete budget as well as a trip report when I return!
2023.03.21 23:03 De_Croix CFP era with 12-Team format (all games simulated with ncaagamesim.com)
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2023.03.21 22:09 This-Double8082 Inaccuracies/bad writing/details you think of often??
The show seems to have a lot of inaccuracies/little details that take away from the overall experience. Probably my worst offense is Carrie's referral to the M11 bus and how she can hear it when she and Berger first have sex (she also referenced it when the publishers first showed her the SATC book cover).
Carrie would only hear the M11 bus from her apartment if it were on the West Side or in Greenwich Village — looking at the bus map, you can see the M11 runs close to 66 Perry St., the physical apartment used in the series — not on E. 73rd St. where she's supposed to actually live!
Also, it appears a lot of the gang's favorite spots are centered in this area, despite for the first few seasons them all living uptown. Magnolia Bakery is close to Perry St., as was the original Pastis.
Just one of those finer details that annoys me because it would've taken no time to look at an actual bus route map and list the right one!!
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Carrie would only hear the M11 bus from her apartment if it were on the West Side or in Greenwich Village — looking at the bus map, you can see the M11 runs close to 66 Perry St., the physical apartment used in the series — not on E. 73rd St. where she's supposed to actually live!
Also, it appears a lot of the gang's favorite spots are centered in this area, despite for the first few seasons them all living uptown. Magnolia Bakery is close to Perry St., as was the original Pastis.
Just one of those finer details that annoys me because it would've taken no time to look at an actual bus route map and list the right one!!
2023.03.21 21:03 tajul_islam Broken left big toe not healing
30 years old male. 5 ft 11. Have history of broken collar bone twice and ankle of right hand. Two of which occurred in the last 6 months.
So, I had to go to my village after my father passed away last month. After the funeral, we had to organize a gathering with people he knew.
During the preparation, I had to walk at least 50 kilometres in first three days that made my legs numb. Just three days before the program, I slipped and ended up breaking the big toe of my left leg. (February 22)
I managed to get an x-ray immediately for confirmation. Even though the local doctor told me to wrap it up immediately, being as grieve-striken I was, I decided to keep working on the program and walked another 30 km in the next three days.
After returning to the city, I immediately went to see someone who really isn’t a doctor in that sense, but have massive popularity for being able to deal with broken bones. Upon looking at my xray, he wrapped up the lower portion of my leg. (Feb 26)
After a week or so, the wrapping got lose. So I removed it, did another xray (since the previous one was blurry) and went to see a certified orthopaedic. He looked at it wrapped my leg from my knee to the fingers with hard plaster. I couldn’t even walk anymore and had to use clutches. (March 5)
Today, I have had enough (my betta fish died in my home. I gave him to someone else before coming to my hometown and he didn’t change water.) I removed that plaster and it felt good at first. My finger is moving and I didn’t feel much pain apart from some occasional pinching. I heard some cracking noise twice while moving my finger. During one of those, the entire toe had a pain for only a second.
Now that its been an hour, I am feelingthe spot where it broken getting numb. It doesn’t feel normal. Is it because the bone didn’t heal or because I couldn’t move for a while, i don’t know.
As a person, I don’t like lying around and letting others do basic things for me. Maybe its only me, but I am sensing that people around me, even my wife, is feeling disturbed sometimes when I ask her to bring me some water. And I don’t like that. I don’t want to go through this again.
Is there anything I can do? Thank you.
Also, if anyone knows any place where I can have someone to talk to so that I can move on with my life, it will be a great help. I am completely broken mentally.
[[I will share my x-ray of March 5 in the comment.]
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So, I had to go to my village after my father passed away last month. After the funeral, we had to organize a gathering with people he knew.
During the preparation, I had to walk at least 50 kilometres in first three days that made my legs numb. Just three days before the program, I slipped and ended up breaking the big toe of my left leg. (February 22)
I managed to get an x-ray immediately for confirmation. Even though the local doctor told me to wrap it up immediately, being as grieve-striken I was, I decided to keep working on the program and walked another 30 km in the next three days.
After returning to the city, I immediately went to see someone who really isn’t a doctor in that sense, but have massive popularity for being able to deal with broken bones. Upon looking at my xray, he wrapped up the lower portion of my leg. (Feb 26)
After a week or so, the wrapping got lose. So I removed it, did another xray (since the previous one was blurry) and went to see a certified orthopaedic. He looked at it wrapped my leg from my knee to the fingers with hard plaster. I couldn’t even walk anymore and had to use clutches. (March 5)
Today, I have had enough (my betta fish died in my home. I gave him to someone else before coming to my hometown and he didn’t change water.) I removed that plaster and it felt good at first. My finger is moving and I didn’t feel much pain apart from some occasional pinching. I heard some cracking noise twice while moving my finger. During one of those, the entire toe had a pain for only a second.
Now that its been an hour, I am feelingthe spot where it broken getting numb. It doesn’t feel normal. Is it because the bone didn’t heal or because I couldn’t move for a while, i don’t know.
As a person, I don’t like lying around and letting others do basic things for me. Maybe its only me, but I am sensing that people around me, even my wife, is feeling disturbed sometimes when I ask her to bring me some water. And I don’t like that. I don’t want to go through this again.
Is there anything I can do? Thank you.
Also, if anyone knows any place where I can have someone to talk to so that I can move on with my life, it will be a great help. I am completely broken mentally.
[[I will share my x-ray of March 5 in the comment.]
2023.03.21 20:24 ClassifiedsCR Explore Nice and the French Riviera: 5 Unforgettable Tours
 | submitted by ClassifiedsCR to u/ClassifiedsCR [link] [comments] Nice Embarking on a journey to Nice, the sparkling jewel of the French Riviera? Prepare to be enchanted by its breathtaking coastline, bustling city life, and rich history. To make your visit truly memorable, we've compiled a list of five fantastic tours that showcase the very best of Nice and its surroundings. And when it comes to finding the perfect place to stay, look no further than Booking.com - your ultimate resource for accommodations in Nice. Unravel the Mysteries of Nice: Private Guided Sightseeing TourDelve into the fascinating world of Nice with a private guided sightseeing tour. As you meander through the city's charming streets, you'll learn intriguing facts and trivia about its history. This tour includes stops at the iconic Promenade des Anglais and the luxurious Hotel Negresco, where you'll marvel at its opulent carpet – one of the largest in the world!Experience the Best of the French Riviera: Full-day Private TourEmbark on a full-day private adventure to uncover the French Riviera's most stunning locations. Your journey begins with a hotel pick-up and a visit to the glamorous Monaco, famed for its upscale casinos and lavish accommodations. The tour proceeds to the medieval village of Èze, where you'll enjoy a private tour of the renowned Fragonard Perfume factory. Learn the factory's history while sampling various fragrances and guessing their floral origins. Next, soak in the breathtaking views of the French Riviera from the picturesque village of La Turbie before heading to Cannes. There, immerse yourself in the city's festival culture as you ascend the renowned Red-Carpet Stairs of the Palais des Festivals and stroll down Boulevard de la Croisette. Your tour concludes with visits to the enchanting villages of Antibes and St. Paul de Vence, where you can explore their medieval streets and stunning vistas.Discover Saint-Tropez's Allure: Private Full-day TourUnveil the charm of Saint-Tropez on this private full-day tour. After a pickup in Nice, you'll travel to Sainte-Maxime and board a ferry to the glamorous Saint-Tropez. Take in the city's stunning landscapes and explore Pampelonne before venturing to the picturesque village of Gassin, offering panoramic views of Saint-Tropez. As you wander, your knowledgeable guide will share the city's traditions and its rise to fame as a sought-after destination. Cap off your day with a visit to Château Minuty, where you'll sample various exquisite wines before returning to Nice.Delight in Provence's Beauty: Private Countryside TourExperience the best of Provence and the French Riviera on this full-day private tour. Your bilingual guide will pick you up and whisk you away to Cannes, where you'll wander along the seafront Croisette boulevard, browsing luxury boutiques and admiring celebrity handprints left during the Cannes Film Festival. The journey continues to Grasse, the 'perfume capital of the world,' for a guided tour of a perfume factory and a stroll through the historic town. Next, visit the medieval village of Gourdon, offering panoramic views of the Alps and the Mediterranean Sea. After lunch, your tour culminates with a visit to Florian, a traditional confectioner crafting flower-infused sweets beloved across the Riviera.Explore Provence's Natural Wonders: Verdon Canyon, Castellane & Moustiers TourUnearth the stunning beauty of Provence on this guided tour showcasing its breathtaking landscapes. First, you'll visit Castellane, a medieval village nestled at the gateway to the Verdon Canyons. Here, you can admire awe-inspiring views of the canyon and the Verdon River. Next, journey to the mesmerizing Lake of Sainte-Croix, where you'll have ample opportunities to capture photos of its vibrant turquoise waters. Your final stop is the quaint village of Moustiers-Sainte-Marie, where you can leisurely explore at your own pace. Before heading back, indulge in a delicious lunch of Provençal specialties at a charming terrace café.Once you've chosen your must-experience tours, let Booking.com take care of your accommodation needs in Nice. With an extensive array of hotels, apartments, and guesthouses, you're guaranteed to find the perfect home away from home that suits your preferences and budget. So, pack your bags, embark on your unforgettable journey to Nice and the French Riviera, and create memories that will last a lifetime. Bon voyage! |
2023.03.21 20:23 ClassifiedsCR Explore Nice and the French Riviera: 5 Unforgettable Tours
 | submitted by ClassifiedsCR to HotelsTravel [link] [comments] Nice Embarking on a journey to Nice, the sparkling jewel of the French Riviera? Prepare to be enchanted by its breathtaking coastline, bustling city life, and rich history. To make your visit truly memorable, we've compiled a list of five fantastic tours that showcase the very best of Nice and its surroundings. And when it comes to finding the perfect place to stay, look no further than Booking.com - your ultimate resource for accommodations in Nice. Unravel the Mysteries of Nice: Private Guided Sightseeing TourDelve into the fascinating world of Nice with a private guided sightseeing tour. As you meander through the city's charming streets, you'll learn intriguing facts and trivia about its history. This tour includes stops at the iconic Promenade des Anglais and the luxurious Hotel Negresco, where you'll marvel at its opulent carpet – one of the largest in the world!Experience the Best of the French Riviera: Full-day Private TourEmbark on a full-day private adventure to uncover the French Riviera's most stunning locations. Your journey begins with a hotel pick-up and a visit to the glamorous Monaco, famed for its upscale casinos and lavish accommodations. The tour proceeds to the medieval village of Èze, where you'll enjoy a private tour of the renowned Fragonard Perfume factory. Learn the factory's history while sampling various fragrances and guessing their floral origins. Next, soak in the breathtaking views of the French Riviera from the picturesque village of La Turbie before heading to Cannes. There, immerse yourself in the city's festival culture as you ascend the renowned Red-Carpet Stairs of the Palais des Festivals and stroll down Boulevard de la Croisette. Your tour concludes with visits to the enchanting villages of Antibes and St. Paul de Vence, where you can explore their medieval streets and stunning vistas.Discover Saint-Tropez's Allure: Private Full-day TourUnveil the charm of Saint-Tropez on this private full-day tour. After a pickup in Nice, you'll travel to Sainte-Maxime and board a ferry to the glamorous Saint-Tropez. Take in the city's stunning landscapes and explore Pampelonne before venturing to the picturesque village of Gassin, offering panoramic views of Saint-Tropez. As you wander, your knowledgeable guide will share the city's traditions and its rise to fame as a sought-after destination. Cap off your day with a visit to Château Minuty, where you'll sample various exquisite wines before returning to Nice.Delight in Provence's Beauty: Private Countryside TourExperience the best of Provence and the French Riviera on this full-day private tour. Your bilingual guide will pick you up and whisk you away to Cannes, where you'll wander along the seafront Croisette boulevard, browsing luxury boutiques and admiring celebrity handprints left during the Cannes Film Festival. The journey continues to Grasse, the 'perfume capital of the world,' for a guided tour of a perfume factory and a stroll through the historic town. Next, visit the medieval village of Gourdon, offering panoramic views of the Alps and the Mediterranean Sea. After lunch, your tour culminates with a visit to Florian, a traditional confectioner crafting flower-infused sweets beloved across the Riviera.Explore Provence's Natural Wonders: Verdon Canyon, Castellane & Moustiers TourUnearth the stunning beauty of Provence on this guided tour showcasing its breathtaking landscapes. First, you'll visit Castellane, a medieval village nestled at the gateway to the Verdon Canyons. Here, you can admire awe-inspiring views of the canyon and the Verdon River. Next, journey to the mesmerizing Lake of Sainte-Croix, where you'll have ample opportunities to capture photos of its vibrant turquoise waters. Your final stop is the quaint village of Moustiers-Sainte-Marie, where you can leisurely explore at your own pace. Before heading back, indulge in a delicious lunch of Provençal specialties at a charming terrace café.Once you've chosen your must-experience tours, let Booking.com take care of your accommodation needs in Nice. With an extensive array of hotels, apartments, and guesthouses, you're guaranteed to find the perfect home away from home that suits your preferences and budget. So, pack your bags, embark on your unforgettable journey to Nice and the French Riviera, and create memories that will last a lifetime. Bon voyage! |
2023.03.21 20:10 RaydenAdro Open Study Coordinator Positions in Columbus, Ohio
To anyone looking to become a clinical research coordinator - there are open roles in Columbus, Ohio.
If you are in Ohio and interested, send an updated resume to [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected]).
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If you are in Ohio and interested, send an updated resume to [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected]).