Wind is blowing

Day is getting hot

But nothing special

Propels me to be active

Creative or moving…

Would like to walk

But the fear of falling

Keeps me on my rump…

Hung my new chime

But they don’t chime loudly

Which I’m sure my neighbors

Appreciate…

Could clean my patio

And trim the ivy growing

Over the edges of the stone

But

I’m sure that can wait

Another day…

Retirement has added

To my procrastination…

No where to go

No where to be

Nothing pressing

No deadlines

No kids to shuttle

No meals on my agenda

As my retired groom

Handles that day to day chore

he has food on his mind…

Hourly…

Me…not so much

Unless it’s sweet, chocolate

Or ice cream…

Just a bit of a lazy day

In my bit of heaven…