Weathering the Years

In youth the days are short and the years are long; in old age the years are short and the days long. ~Nikita Ivanovich Panin, Russian statesman

My neighbor doesn’t seem to sleep
His light comes on at four.
Sometimes outside the blinds I peep
And watch him pace the floor.

Behind his walker off he rolls
Back and forth and back.
His carpet must be filled with holes
At least in one small track.

He turns the TV on at five
And thus it stays all day.
Surely not a man alive
Can tolerate that sway.

He used to go to work, I guess,
Made time to have some fun,
Read a book, played some chess,
Chauffeured daughter and son.

I know he used to mow the lawn,
Raked leaves and blew the snow.
Now he seems to greet the dawn
With television show.

He doesn’t put on makeup
No breakfast does he cook.
So why this early wake up
From his quiescent nook?

I guess the older that we get
The more we know for sure
Our time, no matter how we fret,
On earth is never sure.

We think we’re busy when we’re kids
We’re always on the go.
When old age comes we’re on the skids
And life becomes real slow.

Note: Part true; part fictionalized. You can guess, if you’d like, which is which, but I’m not telling, in deference to those described!


Sunday’s Gem — Howlite

Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better. ~Albert Einstein

Trouble falling asleep because your brain is working overtime? Feeling angry and out of sorts? Having tooth or bone issues?

Then grab some Howlite and prepare to be amazed!

Round 8 mm dyed Howlite beads

Round 8 mm dyed Howlite beads

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Chicago Botanic Garden #1

The greatest gift of the garden is the restoration of the five senses. ~Hanna Rion, American artist

There’s nothing better for one’s soul than strolling through an extensive garden, taking in the beauty of nature and releasing burdens of worry, care, or fear.

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Settling Back In

My big-mouthed Sheltie has already announced that I’ve been away, so I might as well confess I went to visit Domer in the Windy City.

What a skyline!

What a skyline!

Since my nerves are still pretty raw from my car crash, I took the train (not exactly a paragon of safety there, but I liked my chances better than on the highways!)

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Finally Fruition


There once was a crepe myrtle bush
That refused to grow tall and/or lush.
I watered and fed
The seed pods turned red*
Perhaps it just needed a push!

*watermelon red

P.S. This is a limerick. This poor crepe myrtle has been moved three times now, in an effort to settle it in just the right spot. Glad I didn’t give up on it!

P.S.S. Time for a little blogging break — I’ll catch up with y’all soon!

A Sports Fan’s Lament

Most games are lost, not won. ~Casey Stengel, American baseball player and manager

You sucked me in.
Ignited my enthusiasm
With teasing tweets and
Hopeful news stories.

You sucked me in
With all your pageantry
Of school colors and fight songs
Then left me hoarse with spirit cheers.

You sucked me in.
I had no choice really.
This business of being a fan
Demands total allegiance.

You sucked me in.
In every competition there’s
A winner and a non-winner.
No such thing as losers, of course.

You sucked me in.
Duped me with expectations for victory.
Ran up the score until I knew
Non-winning wasn’t an option for us.

You sucked me in.
Then gave up … wimped out.
Turned over the ball, failed to score,
Came up short when the clock ran to zero.

Never mind … perhaps next week we’ll win!

Fifteen Years Already

Memory… is the diary that we all carry about with us. ~Oscar Wilde, “The Importance of Being Earnest”

Fifteen years ago today, the unimaginable happened — more than 3,000 people were killed in an unprecedented terrorist attack on U.S. soil.

Can you believe it’s been fifteen years??

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