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I wrote my old lover a letter
Because I was feeling true blue
And I guess it made him feel better
When he burned it for something to do
I’m glad my letter had meaning
He used the fire to light up his smoke
Because I’d hate to think it’s demeaning
Canada Post is making me broke

True love can make you go crazy
I know because it happened to me
True love can make your thoughts hazy
I know because it happened to me.

I called my old lover on Friday
When he hung up, I felt so wise
I did him a favour anyway
Getting up, he got exercise
I’m working on the Great Lakes barges
He really means that much to me
I’m hiding from harassment charges
Filed by the telephone company

True love can make you go crazy
I know because it happened to me
True love can make your thoughts hazy
I know because it happened to me.

I took a course at the night school
A locksmith I wanted to be
My old lover knows I ain’t no fool
He can’t keep his doors locked on me
My lawyer calls it an obsession
Insanity is my defence
The judge transferred me to an asylum
I’ll learn to vault over the fence

True love can make you go crazy
I know because it happened to me
True love can make your thoughts hazy
I know because it happened to me.

© Zora Zebic 1992

Another song I wrote and sang which I have decided to share with you. I hope you enjoy!

Just for a moment, I felt lonely
Just for a moment, I felt fear
Just for a moment, Then I remembered
Jesus, You’re standing here

His loving hand touches my heart.
His loving arms surround me
His loving breath heals my soul
His loving gift gave life to me

Just for a moment, I had fallen
Just for a moment, I gave in to sin
Just for a moment, then I remembered
That I belong to Him

His loving hand touches my heart.
His loving arms surround me
His loving breath heals my soul
His loving gift gave life to me

Just for a moment, I shed a tear
Just for a moment, I felt abused
Just for a moment, then I remembered
The nails and the cross they used

His loving hand touches my heart.
His loving arms surround me
His loving breath heals my soul
His loving gift gave life to me

His loving hand touches my heart.
His loving arms surround me
His loving breath heals my soul
His loving gift gave life to me

His loving gift gave life to me.

© Zora Zebic 1991

I wrote this song and sang it during a tough time. The song gave me strength and courage to keep on keeping on. I hope my song can help you. Thank You Jesus!

I have often noticed how tissues and toilet paper cast-off millions of tiny paper particles when removing from the box or tearing from the roll. You can readily see them if the sunbeams are streaming through a window behind you.
I don’t particularly appreciate inhaling these tiny particulates.
To spare me from buying every brand out there to eliminate the offenders, can anyone recommend less annoying products? My lungs and pocketbook will appreciate your help!

Homemade hot sauce! 20 hot peppers from my garden, 1/2 of a lemon (skin and all,) one and a half cups of mead vinegar (I brought back from Gatineau Quebec,) 1/2 half teaspoon of Himalayan pink salt (didn’t get to go to the Himalayas yet,) and three cloves of home-grown garlic! Added bonus, look at those lovely brown heirloom tomatoes that sprung out of my compost heap!

This hot air corn popper came in with donations at our homeless centre. I immediately wanted to take a photo of it!
I was instantly reminded of a neighbour from long ago. She was a beautiful young lady, a girlfriend of a local doctor.
She came knocking at my door and asked to borrow my corn popper.
I like being neighbourly, so I showed her how to put the corn kernels in the chamber of the machine. I explained the butter was placed in the removable dish at the top.
I cautioned her a second time as she scooped it up not to put butter in the chamber of the machine.
She knocked on my door the next day. Oil dripping from the popper onto the hallway floor.
I exclaimed, “I told you not to put butter in the chamber of the machine!”
“I didn’t!” She responded indignantly, “I used white margarine.” All I could do was retrieve the destroyed corn popper from her greasy hands.

© Zora Zebic 2019

Have you ever wanted to make hot pepper jelly?

I did, and so I did just that today!

A scorching red pepper from my garden along with green, yellow and orange sweet peppers from the grocery store.

Not altogether homegrown, but close enough for me. Perhaps next year I’ll grow some sweet peppers.

Two tablespoons of apple cider vinegar, 4 cups of sugar, one packet of liquid pectin along with 1 3/4 cups of apple juice sums up the other ingredients.

Now I wait for the jelly to set. Once done, I’ll spread some on toast with cream cheese.

© Zora Zebic 2019

Am I stressed right now? Heck YES.
I am in Amherstburg at our little house, adding the finishing touches to our financial report. We hope to mail it out on Wednesday.
My brother runs into the house, yelling, “Call 911 somebody just cut his hand off!”
I was horrified thinking my brother meant my husband, and in his anxiety couldn’t say who the injured party was.
It is not my husband. I thank God when I see he is running behind my brother to offer help.
I also have run out of the house and already dialled the emergency number. The operator is on the phone. She wants to know the exact address, and I am telling her I am rushing, despite my asthma to the neighbour’s house.
I arrive and find the injured man has had his injury wrapped by another man. The dispatcher tells me an ambulance is on the way.
A man, whom I will guess is a family member screams at another neighbour and me. “Get out of here. We don’t need an audience.”
The lady beside me says, “I’m a Personal Support Worker I just came to offer help.”
I say to the man, “I just called 911.”
Another woman, I also think is a family member tells me the hand was not wholly cut off.
I realize these people are traumatized and leave the scene.
I hope the man will be okay. I’ll end this with a prayer for him.

A large crucifix was donated to our Street Help Homeless Centre of Windsor.
We attached it to the doorway leading from our dining room to the kitchen. Some folks commented it was a rather crude depiction of Christ but, I felt it was folk-arty and deserved to stay in place.

I had not paid attention to detail and had I done so I would have noticed there was no door stopper. It was inevitable the crucifix would slam against the wall causing the plaster cast of Jesus to lose his head.
Many ideas, including mixing more plaster and slightly elongating the neck to carpenters glue were suggested. I thought we should go along a different path. Ultimately we removed the remaining pieces, and the end result was astonishing!
A volunteer remarked the cross was odd without the figure of Jesus attached. I smiled and said to her, “In reality, Jesus is no longer on the cross. I think it is a great visual Easter message.” She said to me, ” I like how your mind works!”

Another donation of a crucifix came in the other day. We have put a door stopper in place to protect the new image of Jesus. We will establish a place of honour for the vacated cross, along with the words, “As our Lord Jesus Christ no longer hangs on the cross, so does this cross depict.”
Albeit late, Happy Easter everyone!

© Zora Zebic 2019

Sitting at my desk typing and from the corner of my eye, I see a free-floating donut! I look leftward and see my friend’s daughter has developed a unique and simultaneous process for consuming donuts while using a keyboard.
The young girl said, “It’s okay to type with one hand but, I’d rather invent a way for donuts to float. My typing speed would be much faster!”