Important to one
Are not important
To the other…
Feelings and impending
Death take all my
Senses to cope…
Ongoing stupidity
Of caretakers with
No consequences or control
Of actions along with
No say in the matter
Make me realize I
Must let go…
Then adding lasagna
To the mix
Blows my mind…
Could understand
The nastiness…
upon waking
With no warning
Or reason
Some feel its lack of
Control
Others feel fear
Of aging and no longer
Understanding
But those it attacks
Lack understanding
And patience…
peaceful
And painless as she wants…
Hospice and her kids
Are there
She’s sleeping more and
Eating little
Fading away
In her home she has shared
With her husband and
Kids for 57 years..,
Birthday tomorrow 6/21/42
83 is a long life
18 without Tom
The crush of her life…
I’m sad but prepared
Aging changes hope
Into reality
at some point we all
Go…ashes to ashes…
Is very low today
Trampled on
Discarded
Bleeding…
Are feelings
Right/wrong
At this age of life
Yes/no
It seems only the
Heart can decide
The one being trampled…
I’m alone
Not invited
To something I should
Have been included in…
He really
Doesn’t understand
The hurt
My father would ask
Sitting there all alone
Either withering
Or artificial…
They only serve to
Make the placer feel better
And are a show piece
That they were there…
Whether delivered by guilt
Or love is never really the point
You can knock but no one
Answers…
You can talk but again
No one speaks
You come to find answers
You’ll never get or
Never hear…
Why?
They aren’t there…
Doing any improvements
In our home over the
Last 20 years has been
A nightmare…
A kitchen redo
Took 1 1/2 years including
Fraud…
Then new siding and
A new roof taking half
A year because the insurance
Company hired a bad
Couple of contractors…
Now family room
carpet…
A month of having our
Home upset as the carpet
Has stain and lines of
Darker colors making
The carpet looks like the old
Carpet we pulled up
Hoping this gets settled soon…
Left the front burner
On last night…
Came down
At Midnight to find
Pan hot as hell
With lid on
And a plastic
Spatula starting to
Melt…
Features adds much
To a conversation
Request
Argument
And daily communication
Hoping
These traits take
On a softer sound and image…
See this continuing
Not eating
And the care
Being paid
For just
Isn’t there…
Life
Doesn’t make
Decisions
That put us
Between a rock
And a hard spot
But life has
A way of shaking
Everything out
With God’s will…
Is happening fast
My legs aren’t holding my
Mass
My gut is rotting
With leaking and pain
My future
I feel is waining…
Is the feeling
In my heart and soul
Today
Why I’m not sure
But A pretty good
Inkling sits in my gut…
Responsibility
Is not acknowledge
With flowers…
Say alot
Last night’s smile
Was so uplifting and
Genuine…
It radiates on his face
Maybe just maybe
The tide has turned…
I think its funny
That he leaves
Long and extended
Voice mails
For his brother
Telling me he does
This so he’s making
A record about his mom…
His brother doesn’t
Listen to them
And erases them
As soon as they talk…
What a waste of
Time….
Is driving me crazy
My RG
Speaks everything he thinks
And does outloud
Making my thoughts
Intertwine with his
Constant updates
On Medicine, Trump,
Mulch, Treasury bonds
Food, grams uti’s,
Home a half hour
Car parts, Kureg and all
His phone calls and I’ve been
Up an hour
Now “did I take my meds
And what was I doing, did
I pay Nationwide…
He is using my memory
To keep himself going
As he’s using up my mind
To back up his…
I need ear plugs
Not hearing aides….
It’s hard to believe
All I’ve said
It’s hard for me to..
To have said it
I should have called
This all out when it occurred
But never thought
You’d believe
There’s even more…
And tonight I feel you don’t…
No one has caused me more
Harm, hurt and humiliation
And I know no-one
is on my side other than
The 4 who have lived it
With me…
This type of love is not
What I was brought up on…
Tonight I feel alone
And while your head
Hurts my heart is dying
With the love I thought
I had…
But guess never did…
Toward me is not
Understood…
Living like I’m
A curse to your family
Even now to the end
through one
And for some reason
Heard often through
Another
It make going on
Hard…
At the way one acts
can’t even
Have a car trip without
The interruption
obsession
With eating, weight loss
When paying for the care…
Very little care
For others in the car
To go first
Is something to wonder
When the time spent
These last 10 years
Were split
During a time
Meant for
who…
Being alone
Is a learned habit
From being left
So many times…
Giving one space
Has not given the other
The required acknowledgement
Needed to continue…
always waiting
Waiting now to go home
Intime for golf tomorrow
Not for me today…
Importance is always
One way
Never flowing in the other
Direction…
Said Recently..:
Brings me back
About 40 years
To a phone call
Given as a
Warning…
Come to light
The awful thing
Stirs again…
The song
Come Home Come Home
Its Suppertime!
On TV every night
At Dinner time
Dad was home
Shortly after…
Rex Humbard on TV
Drives me crazy…
We’re never on the same track
Wondering if we’re
Even going in the same
Direction…
Our conversations
Boggle my train of thought
As we are both
Wondering what the other
Is saying…
Think the trains of thoughts
Just can never jump the tracks
Or travel at the same time
Line or speed…
These trains need
Tune ups or
Are becoming obsolete…:
My day watching soaps…
As he goes to golf course
While I clean up the
Kitchen…
Do a load of laundry
And he chases
A ball for 2 hours…
Seems the ball
Watching is more
Important
Than
TV watching
For this
Old couple…
He who isn’t wasting
Time
Cast the first
Ball..
What one reads
Can help stop arguments…
Feels one can’t be wrong
But my reunion
And said to rsvp
By 8/23 not order dinner…
Determined he read right
Me having to show him
He’s wrong…
Important???
Yes/No
But needing to stop
His always rightness
Priceless…….
Inherited
How are three in
The family suffering
From the same
Disease…PD
Daughter, sister, cousin
Same blood link
Through father
Praying
Alziemers
Doesn’t follow
The same pattern…
Grandfather, aunt, brother…
Although blood line
Is from both
Side with the latter…
No….
Causes extreme eruption…
Over cooking
Which goes on
24/7
The extreme mess
In the kitchen is
Not my way of cooking
Won’t be bullied
Upon coming
Downstairs first thing…
About 15 feet from
A window about 26 years
Ago gave me a new
Perspective on how time
Can slow down…
Is heavy today…
Someone I love
Feels like the ball
Instead of the Louieville
Slugger…
Are Long
Nights are wrong
My heart is blue
What to do…
Is limited
5 minutes
Out of the day
Make the delay
Life threatening…
It causes this
Heart to feel
Unimportant…
Friend and workmate
Even though 90
Hurts the same…
Many memories
Parties, dinner, dancing
Wedding, bestman
Moving help
And years of working
Together…
Memories forever
With a Trump interruption
And a good friend
Gone…
Feeling really odd today
No pain
Just dizzy
And shakey
Odd feeling…
Wish you were home…
As I see the compass
And you aren’t here…
13 years ago
This began
Continues…
With an end
far or near
the one gone
Could be you or me
What a toll
This has taken
On you and me…
And raving
Will never get my ear…
Sweet nothings
Tickle but don’t
Activate my body and soul
To act…
And to my vision and mind
Activate another soul
Other than flight or flight
In a way to get away
From the maniac
Trying to force compliance
In a threatening
Or imitated sweetening way …
March Days
In this area…
Mostly grey and cold
Making the landscape
Look dreary and old…
Every piece of junk
Around a home makes
The outside
Look messy and unkempt…
As I take small rides around
To get a glimpse of of what’s new
But not today
It’s…
just too darn dreary and blue…
I wish would begin
A bit different
Maybe with a song
Maybe with a smile
But a problem is the beginning
Of each day…
Seldom large
Just a bit irritating needed
To be shared…
Not love
Not hatred
Just fear…
Is a question
Heard something
In a letter out of a mouth
never heard before…
Yes it was provoked
But was a shock none the less
Over everything scares me
Every topic can inspire
The drama that can
Turn nasty at the drop of a
Dime…
Most say its nothing new
Though the volume has intensed
With age
When a call comes from
St Pauls
But enter the kitchen
While his masterpieces
Are coming together
Is something you do
At your own risk!
I stay out…totally away
And if kitchen
Looks like a bomb exploded
I don’t eat what looks so good
For fear he thinks I’m
An explosive engineer and
Cleanup organization…
I retired long ago
And will head to Bueno Beef
For a grilled chicken
Sandwich rather than
Feel obligated to clean up the
Mess and all the grease
Like I always did in our
Youthful days…
Funny how living together
Through old age
Has turn the tables…
Communicating with others
As you begin to age
Needing help
Yet not wanting to accept
Or ask…
Things I no longer
Want to do or even can do
Work on my mind daily…
Then things hubby wants
Me to do bug me more…
As my time ticks down
My thoughts go into
Dismal places as to what lies ahead
For me…
Do I love
The things that are good
For me to the point
That I overindulge
And makes me sick…
Like these new chocolate
MetaMucil wafers
Weird!
It make me wonder
It makes me think
Why would anyone
Stop and sink
A vote for such an
Awful Fink!!!
Left to simmer on back burner
Never put first and foremost
Not even for the first hour home…
Life is important
Drowning in remnants of
Bits of time make for a sad life…
Someone else calls
Who gets the boot
One starts to feel unneeded,
Unwanted, in the way…
Other’s birthdays so important
This one not so much
The heart gets heavy
The heart slows down
Wondering who will go first
And will this one be missed…
Did not go well…
Because of my coughing
They had to stop
As my numbers
Plummeted and soared…
BP over 200
Oxygen 0
I think the tight strap around my
Necked that wasn’t explained
But just strapped around
By male nurse
Before proceeding
Elevated me into panic…
And my body went to flight
Or fight mode shutting down
My airway…
Sounds like the Jaw thrust
Had to be used for 4 minutes
To get an airway opened…
Explains welts on neck and
Swelling and pain as if dealing
With swollen glands…
Has made me realize
Not every surgeon is
Great
Hiatal Hernia surgery
Will not be on my bucket
List nor will getting my
Knees replaced…
Have to really think
About what I really need
At 77…
Time to recover is not
On my side…
And sadness resides in my heart
One feels so good
The other…
Tears me apart….
My daughter’s test was good
My best friend’s
Not…
God is my go to
I’m giving this to Him
To keep my heart beating
With Good News
And holding it all in His Hands
So the bad news
Resolves
With His Will
In His time…
Time is not
Over rated!!!
Weak today
Why…who knows
He is seeing how
Blessed he is to
Have these last
Weeks with her
She’s heading to the
Staircase
In her own time
At God’s will
Keep her comfortable
And safe
In their haste
They don’t unbderstand
Her as you do
Why now…
A question that
Never crosses her mind
Yet I’m the kind
That sees &
Hears
And wonders why…
There’s enough distruction
The world…
Why is bringing
It close to home
Now…
In your plan
I’m angry
I’m sad
Why Are you mad
With this corner of our
World
That inflicting pain
Worry and fear
Makes sense
To You
Doors positioned
To provide
Some protection…
Make me see
And feel the fear
Again…
When I wasn’t there
I never thought
She wasn’t safe…
For loved ones of another..
Hard to comprehend
The recklessness
Of those who should
Carry respect…
Yet don’t give or
Deserve…
And whose
Punishment
Resides in another
Place and time…
Life is precious
Crossing a line
Unforgivable…
Is in my mind daily
Is that how one
Starts a book…
My book has been written
Right now contains 76
Chapters..:
With 77 on its way
As I stumble each hour
Of the day…
My legs are in pain
My sight has been fixed
But my mind wonders
Constantly to the end…
When will I go
On my own
Or God’s way…
I ponder this
Now
Everyday
Watching her
Wither away…
My mother said
The day you die
Is the happiest of days
Pain, worry and sadness
Are taken away..:
I pray for her daily
As I know her better
Than any that she’d
Never have chosen
This way…
Yet there she sits
On our camera
And in her mind
I can feel her words
Screaming; as would mine
Why God,
Why this way…
To see the mess that is made
Yet no view of clean up
In anyone’s sight but me…
My body is no longer
In the marathon of
Cleaning that used to drive
Me from morning til night
And after work
Well past midnight…
Those days are gone
No more to return
As the brain is weary
The muscles and bones
Degenerating with age
My future is dim
And going back
There’s no turn around lane
Forging forward
Is the only path
As the sun sinks
And my body
Begins to stink
With age….
Heart ache
Mind thought
Deep soul search
Need becomes
Obligation
Not wanting…
Timing
An
Exit
Never can forget that night…
He answered the phone
As I rocked our youngest
Seeing his face
With such sad eyes
Brought tears to mine…. Not yet knowing…why
He held out the phone
And turned away
Knowing the words
My dad was about to say
Your mom just died….
We don’t know why
But she’s gone
You need to come home right away
She died on the floor
Beneath the Christmas tree
January 2…46 years ago
50 years 1/2/2022
Seems like a dream now… to me
She was tired when we left
After our family holiday
But never expected she would be
Gone the next day
She told me so much
In the two weeks before that day
Things she kept inside… Now feeling she just had to say
There will be she said…
A funeral soon… I’m seeing my parents here every night and day … though long ago they passed away
Was she letting me know these were the last of her days
As I laid on her bed she kept
Talking away…
It was the 15th Christmas
In our house…..she designed
The drive home….
Just a flash in my thoughts
Even though we were eight or more hours away
We got there at five
Went to where she was laid
Never dreamed I would
Be seeing my mother this way
She was beautiful and calm
Perfectly placed…
With no movement… no words
No smile on her face…
Her makeup was perfect… Her hair just her way Her glasses sat like she just fell asleep On this couch after a long… hectic day
As this daughter approached This beautiful box
Knelt down at her side
And cried on her cheek… That was blushed a pale pink
I am 23 years…you are 32 more
At such a young age
Why are we here in this place
Within 2 hours
Everyone…
She knew stood in line….for hours… To see her just one more time
The morning
Before…
They closed her away
We kissed her and hugged her
And touched her once more
My tears fell
My heart quaked
I cried and called out to her…
Begging her to wake…
The funeral was beautiful
She wanted all White
The Mass of the Resurrection
Was her request
And her right
Putting her into the ground
I will never forget
She hated the cold
And it was freezing that day
Later that evening I stood by her grave A mound of brown dirt In a cemetery of hundreds Blanketed with sparkling snow Nothing was visible…she seem all alone
Six feet down
Under all the funeral flowers
Frozen in place
In below zero weather
Never more would I see
My beautiful mother
….Then I remembered
We forgot her warm coat
I think of that now…
And still cry
Everytime that it snows…
*jcs
Did you take up my gifts…
Some of them…
Did the cookies come…
I don’t know…
It’s Christmas Eve
You’re there
He isn’t
Making our time
The brothers continue
On edge again…
Is a bit hectic
But now that age
Has set in
Kids are grown
This Santa’s helper
Has taken off her running shoes
Shut down her Christmas baking
And only shops
Through Amazon…
Cataract removal
Shots in the knees
And bi- weekly therapy
Has interrupted most
Of my days
The gallbladder removal
Earlier this year is
Still giving me some
Trouble with eating
And planning my day…
Thankfully our kids
Have a good hands on
And our family will be together
At Sue’s and Lynne’s
For Christmas…
Carpeting for the family room
Will be our gift to each
Other as 24 years of living
Have put some ripples in
This flooring although it
Still looks good…like this
Aging couple with a few
Wrinkles due to age!
Daily
About one thing or another
His time away from me
Has given us space
That is not benificial
To us…
Hurt is the feeling
When I don’t have
The same time
Or attention as others…
Gives us torment
Especially at night…
3am your heart starts pounding
Waking you out of sleep…
You put your hand on you chest
You can feel it
echoing in your brain
Thinking of waking husband
Then realize…he’ll call
An ambulance…
If it’s a heart attack?
Will I come back from it
Better than I am now?
I doubt it
So why go to the hospital…
Say an act of contrition
And leave it in God’s hands…
Just go back to sleep
Counting the beats
Like God’s sheep…
I wonder why they
Constantly torment
Each other…
This time
No room in car…
Brothers!!!!!
Yet nothing is enough…
Giving him absolute time
Yet can’t return the same
Knew when surgery was
Yet took the out when offered
Not realizing the importance of
Commitment…
Kind of the same example
3 people in a sinking boat
Who gets the life jacket …
I know the answer better
Than anyone…
At the later years is hard
Worried about him traveling
Alone
But can’t travel with him
He can’t divide his time
Or attention when with her
I understand and therefore stay
In my domain
And family is worse then
Riding the rapids…
Can’t talk to anyone
Any leak will hurt and
Cause more problems…
I shouldn’t be here
I shouldn’t have been
Brought into the middle
Yet here I am
The only voice
And someone with none…
Is beyond me…
His idea of getting things
Together and done
Is to pull it all
Out…have it all over
Then decide to cook…
Wrapping paper and gifts
On table
Computer
Pie crust dough and cans
Of cranberries on counter
I can’t exist in this chaos…
If I straighten up
He’s behind me starting
Something new…
Now watching EKU on his
Phone….
Just another day
And we’ll
Be away
As I stay, he’ll
Be with his mom for a
Few days
I return SOLO.,..
Yeah!!!
I’ve tried them all
The leg pain
Is unbearable…
The risk of dementia
Bothers me…
Dementia is in the family
Drugs increasing the risk
Is not something
I care to introduce…
Children of God
Through Baptism and
Belief in Jesus Christ…
Since God made Adam and Eve
The first children of God
And we are the offspring
Adoption seems out of the question to me…
Granted that the Jews
Were the chosen
We were still from
The One…
I know it’s splitting words
But…
It seems like a new teaching
To enable belief….
Are an obsession with me…
For 30 while working I got
Acrylics every 3 weeks with
Fill ins now and then…
I loved them and they kept my
The nails
From being eaten up by the
Threads that used to cut my nails
To the cuticles daily…
Fashion design was my calling
And sewing was the vehicle
To design…
After retirement I decided to
To give up the expensive habit
And start using Kiss nail
Press ons…
Very happy with them…
Inexpensive
Less time consuming
And their addition to my
Grooming gets me many
Compliments…
What more can I ask for??
Sweeper run
Yet everywhere there are crumbs
As my other half keeps eating…
I chew Ice
He talks
Both of these habits drive
Us crazy
So compromise
He talks…I chew…
Easy for me as football
Is on this Saturday and
He can’t stop talking at
The coach on the TV…
Chew chew chew chew…
Lucky for me I bought
A counter ice machine
That makes soft ice
That doesn’t crack my teeth
Or give me brain freeze
But still drives my retired groom
Nuts…..
At our age
We have to keep doing things
That makes us aware of each
Other…
5 days after
Cataract surgery
On right eye is unbelievable…
Wish the left eye surgery
Is a few weeks away…
Right eye have such bright
Vision , colors that I’m getting
Headaches from closing left
Eye and only viewing with
The right…
But the vision in the right eye
Is unbelievable…
The first Sunday
After the election
And I am so worried about
Our country…
I see and feel things
Others feel and see differently…
Does that make one or
The other wrong…
No… we have different
Religions, upbringing
And experiences that give
Our brain, gut and logic thinking
A view we hold tightly…
But their minds are
Wired completely different…
One’s lefthanded
One’s right handed…
I say I sent it by email
He goes to messages…
He says right I turn left…
I say righty tighty
Lefty loosie
He looks at me bewildered…
Aging is just making it more
Intense…
He just stares in bewilderment
At everything
I say…
Love will keep us together
Because communication
And understanding
Are starting to become a
Foreign language to us…
Him from one country
Me from another…
Comes in waves…
It overwhelms your mind
And body like no other
Disease.,.
Going on
Going forward
Coming back
Are the questions it presents…
Having faith keeps one
Foot in front of
Of the other…
Are something at this
Age I don’t think
Others realize they trespass!
I’ve been easy going most
Of my life trying to
But my now my toes are stepped on daily
From chewing ice, how much
Ice cream I eat, how late I sleep,
How much I read, how early I go
To bed and so on…
I’m not going on another trip
To sit through a presentation
Sit at a fishing stream, travel to
Late, listen to phone conversation or CNN
Through the car audio…
Been there done that
Make all feel happy and safe…
Not doing it again…
A-lot like pregnancy…
Enjoyed it a few times but
When it’s over…ITS OVER!!!
Our life is on hold
And has been for some time…
His time is filled with
Silent phone calls daily
Just watching his mom
Deteriorate in place…
He wants so much more for
Her…I understand but at 96
Her body is spent…
Our bodies and minds are
Being spent worrying about
Her…
What a way to age!!
My parens left long ago and
The feelings are all spiritual now..
What they think or would do
Have little help in my life and
Mind as their days are gone
Over 50 years and the
Gap of time feels like the
Cavernous area of the grand
Canyon…that I can’t really
Understand or feel…
Life is for the living I know
Understand and see…
Aging stops the living, begins
The grieving of having to be
Satisfied with the life one has
Led…
A quiet get away
From the noise
Of the football games
And constant cooking
And eating in the kitchen…
I miss the kitchen of my
Childhood homes
They were walk through
Eat in kitchens
But closed off from he rest
Of the house..:
The first house on B street
Was very large, eat in
With a country table
I remember the original
Ice box containing a large
Block of ice…
We didn’t freeze things
But it kept our daily needs
Cold…
We had food delivered
Or ran to the store as needed..
We had a restaurant swinging kitchen
Door from the kitchen
Into the dining room…
Loved that door…
While eating in the dining
Room you never saw the
Prep work in the kitchen…
Grandmas house was the same
Way…
Although when they remoldeled
I think they removed the door..
Doors that swung both ways
Could cause many accidents..:
But to me open floor plans
Give little solitude in a house
And break down meal time
As the kitchen is always opened…
Leading to constant eating,
Bingeing hi and mess…
My second house was similar
With a sliding door between the
Kitchen and dining room…
After years of not giving much
Thought to house layout I
Definitely have an opinion today
Although doubt at this age if
It will matter…
But my living room is my
Go to today on the cold, rain filled
And gloomy day…
I can see the neighborhood
Outside, a see leaves changing
Colors, squirrels running around
Collecting and storing food…
It’s a place to chew my ice a
Bad habit that has appeared
Again as I’m suffering from
Anemia…
And no one yelling at me to stop
Chewing…
I meditate, think and quietly talk
To MD&B in my mind praying
They are where I believe God
Cares for them as our faith
Teaches…
I trying to pray for those who
Have offended as God teaches
He is the judge…
I wonder why I’m told
Where we need to go but
Never asked where I would like
To be and see…
Therefore my needs I realize
Are a priority only to me
And therefore find no need to
Plan or go as others determine…
Really makes me wonder…
Ponder…
And Ask really…
Why!
Cooks all day long
Uses every dish in the cupboards
Can never use the same glass
The same knife
Or the same spoon for stirring…
Me… I eat one meal a day
And it is usually fast food
So this morning when he started
Making stuffed peppers
Which I can not eat
He asked if I could empty the
Dishwasher…
I just laughed and went
On reading my book…
His passions require too much
Clean up…
And will never find me
By his side…
Retirement has its benefits…
Realizing everyone can
Do their own thing
Love keeps us together
But not hand in hand…
Connecting the dots-
Realizing the consequences
Of one’s actions and words –
Not realizing doing it the same
Way and not getting the right
Result must lead to a different
Method –
The decline is noticible
The frustration is noticible
The aging is showing signs
Of decline in both he and I –
He’s not handling it well nor
Am I…..
And he hasn’t stopped talking
I have’t begun talking
No need…
He leaves no spaces…
Light and blight
Each day and night
Yet sunshine gives the
Blight a shinier sight
Then the ghoulish fear
Coming with the dark
Of night…
Dancing in his mind
And Christmas isn’t even nigh
But tonight
Thinking of me brings
Happy thought to his mind…
Early and younger years
Come in when we are apart
The thoughts that
Melted our hearts
When school and work
Kept us apart…
Now the needs of an elder
A love of early days
That let you wonder
Cries for you back again
I can only wait til the
Need is fulfilled
And the trip back home
Is part of the drill
To complete the needs
Of the other one waiting…
Came to visit in my
Dream last night…
As daylight broke
My face was smiling
From cheek to cheek…
Jumping out of bed
I was about 3
He stood by the sink
With the cup and brush
In hand… this early morning
Was our routine…
He taught me how to make
His shaving cream with soap
In the cup a bit of water
And the twirling of the brush…
I was his honey bunch he was
My grandpa…
I love this time with him…
No one else was stiring
He left for work by 4am
After tucking me back in bed…
Today will be a good day
After spending this time
With him…
Only a dream
But oh so real
Wonder why he came
To me last night…
Yep, I’ll be searching Amazon
For that brush, soap and cup…
Why…why not
It will be a treasure to keep
Him near….
Of Joy
Tonight…
Our past presidents
And their 1st Ladies
Have beautiful minds
Echoed in their words…
COVID and an ignorant
And self-center president
Almost brought our
Great Nation to a halt
By following dictators
Who care very little about
Their fellow man…
Tonight our sprits have been
Raised…
With the breathe of God’s Joy
Again instilled in our hearts
And minds
Pushing us to build on this
Experiment…
And foundation of our
Forefather’s
Democracy
Higher and stronger
Forward American’s…
We’re not Going Back…
And I have to leave the house
Wonder if that
Could kill someone
With throat and lung
Problems…
They protest
Too much……..
Spin and backpeddling
Occur when
Guilt sets in…
The big discourse
This week…
He hates that I don’t
Wrap the chord the
Neat way it shows how to…
The neat way is for people
Who have too much
Time on their hands…
Like MRG…
On the other hand
Every time I use the sweeper
I see more electrical tape…
Wrapped around the chord
Where he must have run it
Up in the sweeper…
Then there is the fact that
I have bought 2 outside
Extension chords for
Our hedge trimer because
He chewed through 2
But now the new ones are in the
Trash…
And outside electrical outlets
Are blown….
Some how the way I wrap
The chord to put away
Is moot in my eyes…
Hospice care
DNR seemed to be
Part of the topic today…
She hasn’t been eating
Was what I thought the
Problem was…
Aging is something
That takes so much
Of life away…
Today was sad to
See them address
This situation…
About the vice president’s
Pick is mild…
I mentioned last night
That would probably be the
Pick…
He’s kind of a good old boy
Although on the cusp of the
Age…
He also seems a bit bland
And un showy…
I’m not impressed
Yet
Okay…
Heard his speech
I love him
Hubby is warming up too…
And still as good as new…
Just a new battery and she’s
Purring like her normal self…
Bought her to celebrate my
Status of being a grandma…
My 1st grandson will be 23 in
November… Happy birthday
My little Miata…
My Retired Groom 