I have a wild imagination...I find life on my blog, as portrayed, very good and very close to my truth, my true life at home, doing nothing. But life is peaceful in Canada, where we both live with our animals. No one knows what will happen. And maybe cops are not all killers. Maybe the world is better than I think or see or hear on the radio? I am all soft right now: a vase with long grass. Or a dandelion being blown by a child. I want to believe that Canada is peaceful. That my problem with the system in BC are over since I won my internal court appeal in october about that. Yes, all is well. I foresee the dark but why?