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He travels the world on the backs of others Insignificant in his stature and size His journey carries no mission Randomly roaming at the will of his host Sated enough to never question his trek Life is an open adventure without worry If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls Another bus awaits to grant passage With a furry friend to carry him home Ah the wonderful life of a flea |
| Blessings, I have many, too many to list here. Let's just say, that my most special blessings come in the form of family. They are people that love me and I reciprocate the feelings. This year has been a difficult journey for all of us. In January, one of my sisters was diagnosed with Leukemia. She spent months in the hospital with them throwing every chemo treatment at her that she could stand. She was the weakest I had ever seen her. Her only option became a bone marrow transplant for which one of my brothers was the best option. He, however, was facing some of his own medical issues and was ruled out as a donor. My sister was placed on a list to receive a donor from the pool of donors. Things looked pretty bleak for a while until an international match was found Today, my sister tested as 100% cancer free and 100% donor marrow. She will still face some health issues and there is always the worry of a return to the illness. But all of this good news came about because of one selfless good deed by a stranger. Thank you, seems inadequate. Welcome to my family, oh blessed and loving stranger. May God keep you safe and warm this Thanksgiving and all through the years. The story does not end there, my brother who wanted more than anything to be the donor for my sister, died last month. We are still mourning his loss and the dinner table will be a little less crowded this year. He was a hard man to know but at the end of his life, he reached out for the family. He inspired me with his willingness to give life no matter the cost to himself. At the end of the day, we can only strive to keep our hearts open. |
| It’s a step, just one step. A step I take towards you and a step you take towards me, and as easy as it can be. I hold out my hand and you hold out yours. The song of hello springs from my lips and you welcome with a tune of a different origin, but the offering remains the same. It’s a uniting of thoughts and ideals at a table of understanding. Differences are cast aside with commonalities embraced. It may not solve all the problems but it opens the doors. It allows the heart to dwell in a new residence. So leave your shoes at the door and slip in to the cozy slippers of another. A new hearth invites, so let’s light the fire. |
| As the cold air arrives The ache in my bones comes to life a gnawing pain at the base of my back makes me want to crawl back in the sack my joints seem to creak and groan as I stretch with a cold morning moan my knees pop and crackle as I holler like a jackal my fingers open in slow motion until I find the magic potion Java, Java, Java just needing my morning coffea |
| GOOD MORNING FOLKS. WE SURVIVED ANOTHER ELECTION. SOME STATES TURNED BLUE AND SOME STATES TURNED RED. THEY WILL BE SMOKING POT, BUILDING WALLS, INVESTIGATING EACH OTHER FOR FRAUD, AND PRETTY MUCH THE SAME POLITICAL CHAOS WILL CONTINUE. YEAH, AMERICA! WE SURVIVED AND HATRED DIDN'T OVERFLOW AS BADLY AS IT DID THE LAST ELECTION. HERE IS MY ONLY COMPLAINT. I WOKE THINKING IT WAS A NEW DAY WITH POLITICAL COMMERCIALS, ADS, PHONE CALLS, AND DISCUSSIONS BEHIND US. WELL THE ENTIRE NEWS COVERAGE IS POLITICAL, I SAW TWO ADS, AND MY PHONE RANG WITH THE IDENTIFICATION OF POLITICAL CALL. PLEASE STOP, I'M WEARY OF THE RHETORIC AND NONSENSICLE JABBER. LET'S MOVE ON PLEASE! |
Vote, Vote, Vote Doesn’t matter who Red, white, or blue Fill out your ballet Forget all the malice Don’t crawl in a hole Get your butt to the poll Pick your candidate Or your vote you abdicate Let your voice be heard Thoughts of a nation stirred Grumbling in silence Cast arguments invalid Votes at the booth Give principles truth Vote, Vote, Vote |
Going Squirrely Little squirrel in the tree so high I always thought that I knew why From his perch so high above A solo squirrel no one to love From mighty branch, his royal throne His nuts he gathered all alone No furry friends to play and romp Morning, noon, and night he tromped Up the tree and back, he scurried No chum to share the acorns buried He munched his nuts in solitary No gray critters for him to marry My heart did ache for him so lonely For a squirrel, he didn't seem homely It wasn't long before I discovered Why my friend above me hovered From the tree, so way up high Regal rodent hanging in the sky Shat his nutty remnants out on me Such messy goo that made me flee Blessed shit, so crude and rude Gifted present from the grey little dude My furry friend had some attitude From chewing his nuts in solitude |
| Nursing a spouse back to health after surgery is way different than actually being a nurse. Over and above the obvious, such as less patience with a loved one and being allowed to yell at them when they attempt to do something stupid, there are many more negatives. Number one is that no one is paying me for the incredibly arduous task.No money changed hands making it hard to endure the hard to please patient of mine. Next, if someone were to give my hubby a call bell, I might have to chop his arm off for his overuse of said item. As it is, I listen to the moaning, mumbling, and call of honey's and dear's morning noon, and night. I am even cheated out of my shift differential. I have known for my 29 years of married life that my husband is an energized hard to hold down fool. I accepted that fact long ago. but add to that character trait an anal and picky quality of a computer nerd, and life becomes quite tense. A man who is amazing with numbers and programming cannot seem to remember what time he took a pain pill or which kind, so I chart on a makeshift medical record for home use. The ice machine he is supposed to use for therapy is consistently out of ice. He can never decide if he should lay down or sit up. I have to remind him to eat before taking pain pills or we will suffer greatly at a later time. Just after coming home from surgery, he decides to take our 80-pound beast out in the yard to do his business. Did I mention he had rotator cuff and tendon rebuilds in one arm? One pull from the dog in the wrong direction would tear his arm apart. However, he tells me this arm hurts a lot more than the last one they did. All I can do is roll my eyes and mumble beneath my breath. He tells me the doctor said he could drive to work on Monday and then he adds as long as I'm not still needing pain medicine. He is not allowed to move the arm at all and is to remain immobile from the shoulder down but he plans on returning to work. I said, "Well I guess I'll see you back here on Tuesday." I freely admit to being a snarky nurse at times with my new patient. Truthfully, I would rather be nowhere else in the world than standing here taking care of this man. He's actually a pretty good guy! |
| I will never understand the taking of human life. Murder, in any form, is deplorable. If just one murder goes unnoticed or denounced, we fail our test of compassion for humanity. The social, religious, ethnic, political, or gender affiliation of the victim has no bearing on the stature of our loss. Outrage should follow the loss of an individual or the massacre of many. The loss to our society is the potential stipped from our communities with the death of just one. Each human being carries with them the hope of giving us a better society and a better humanity. When one person is struck down, a little bit of our hope dies with them. If we become complacent in the death of our brothers, so to will they. Hatred spreads in an evil fashion. Compassion has the power to grow and be uplifting. Empathy is the vine that crosses all walks of life. Be the seed planted in God's soil. Reach out to others. Let's put a stop to the violence. |
| Just returned home from a very long night of work at the hospital. I won't bore you with the details, just know it was a very hairy hullabaloo kind of shift. I have to return in ten short hours. Now I am used to it, but the thing that makes me the saddest is my lack of time and energy to write. I tried to write a tale for Screams but my eyes are closing as I type. Not to mention my muse is hidden beneath the exhaustion. I shall have to wait yet again for a day off to surface. I miss using my imagination on days such as this. It feels like a pent-up flurry of electricity is trying to escape. Good night world until a later time. |
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