Hey there, Kid.
Hey, Folks.
I hope that all of you have been well.
Me?
Eh.
Lol.
I've been a bit sick for the past week, and I am just starting to feel a bit better as of today.
Winter is closing in on us here in North America, and I tend to get sick once or twice a year, so I ain't too surprised.
My new relationship is going well.
We communicate well, and seem to be growing closer at a rate that is comfortable enough for both of us.
I think we will be good together, and I look forward to seeing what the future holds with her.
Especially if that future holds you.
I hope it does.
I still have hope that you will become a real little human, you know?
I have hope still that you will find your way to me, one way or another.
I have hope.
I will do my best to hold on to that hope for just long as I can.
No matter how hard it gets.
There are only so many pages left in the physical version of this book, and I feel kinda weird about reaching the end...
Like the end of this like...
Book?
Journal?
Whatever we have going here will be the end of these little conversations, you know?
I don't want that.
I like this.
I like all of you, Folks.
I like talking to my child, to YOU in your Little Light, Aetheral form.
It brings me a weird sense of peace and calm.
Hmm.
I don't know how healthy that is for me, lmao.
Bah, who cares?
I could be doing far worse things, you know?
Far less healthy habits.
It's not like I am delusional or anything.
I have no misconception or false belief that I am entitled to a child, or that the Universe owes me any such thing.
For all I know, these may very well accumulate to a whole lot of nothing...
Just another digital blip out among the digital landscape that you are all traversing while reading this.
I hope not, you know?
I hope that someday You actually get to read these, and that they make you laugh, and cry, and shout, and chuckle, and frown, and think.
I hope they find you, even if I never get the opportunity to meet you.
Hmm, again.
I love you, Kid.
I love all of you good Folk as well.
Let me stop being all sappy and get y'all to the good stuff, lol.
See you all back here soon enough, yeah?
Enjoy.
(Climbs the cockpit of the Slappery-Slappish-Slappington 3000, and flips a couple of flippies, while slipping a couple of slippies. All fourteen legs began to dance a little jiggly-jig that makes my eyeballs wiggle in place just a bit. Quite the strange sensation.)
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May 09th, 2020
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Dear You.
This new job is like what I did for XXXXX XXXXX
Just with far smaller numbers.
I worked with 6-9 adults there.
There are only 3 children, ages 14-17.
Not so bad at all.
Let's see how this plays out.
So far, it's been not so bad, but it's only been a few days.
I'll keep you posted, lol.
-Dad.
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Hmm.
I remember this.
I worked for a Boys' Group Home for some time during the pandemic.
If you aren't familiar, that is what we call small, gender-based city-funded or independent foster homes here in North America.
This particular one was run and owned by a married couple who were quite kind.
I liked working for them, but the location of the Boys' Group Home was in a neighborhood that was (and still is) quite violent and dangerous due to heavy gang activity.
That neighborhood is colloquially known as "The Zoo." For how bad it is, lbvs.
It was not one of my brightest ideas, but I love children, and I hadn't been working with them in any capacity since I had left teaching a handful of years before to go full-time into Private Security and Residential Care work.
I was there for several weeks before COVID-19 started hitting peak numbers during the earlier months of the spread.
That was a weird point in my life, and I had been looking for a change of pace, having chosen to step away from Private Security for a bit.
This job wasn't bad at all. I had but three boys, and soon enough that became just two before one of them ran away, and I was left with but a single child.
He was a good kid, a sprinkle of Autism, but he was very well-mannered and respectful.
He found himself in the situation he was in because his grandma was afraid of his temper.
I wasn't.
He was very calm and respectful around me, and I wish his family could have seen that side of him, you know?
To be alone and in foster care?
I know the feeling.
It is not good.
I worked there for a matter of months before I was back in the world of Private Security.
As much as I liked what I was doing, I wasn't paid enough, and enjoying a job is great and all, but it won't make ends meet when you need them to.
I am in the Private Security field still, and it pays me well enough for me to stay.
I also am pretty fond of what I do, and I get to use some of my downtime to get writing done for you all, lbvs.
Sounds like a win-win to me, yeah?
I will leave you all with that, and I hope to see you back here soon enough.
I hope that the government shutdown that we are going through here in North America isn't hitting you so hard, and that you and your families can eat and be warm this fall/winter season.
If you aren't here in North America?
SEND HELP!
lmao.
No, it's not so bad...
But it is pretty shitty to be here as of the last few years, you know?
If you know, you know.
If you want to help anyone, send aid to the war-torn parts of the world, or even over to Jamaica as of the horrible storms that have taken their toll.
I love you all, and I will see you all soon, yeah?
Till then, and as always:
Stay safe.
Stay healthy.
Stay vigilant.
-Bluu.