The first wealth is health. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, American essayist, philosopher, and poet
One drawback of playing in a small musical group is that every musician is “exposed” and every part is important.
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Lesson Learned
A house was not a home without animals. ~Abby Geni, The Wildlands, 2018
My neighbor got a flock of ducks;
Six, to be exact.
Two were white and four, brown.
I confess, I was gobsmacked.
Every day as the clock chimed three,
The ducks emerged outside.
Where they lived the rest of the time
I never learned (though I tried).
They picked and scratched at stuff on the ground;
They stretched their necks and wings.
Where was their water, I often wondered;
How did they know these things?
One day they ventured into my front yard,
And Monkey had a fit.
They couldn’t know he’s a herding dog,
Bred to chase a bit.
But Monk could only watch them strut —
His back yard is entirely fenced.
And one day, to my complete surprise,
A truck pulled up and commenced…
To load the pretty ducks all up
And carry them away.
Sold, or given, to a nearby farm
Where they’ll have room to play.
The truth is, my neighbor confessed,
Ducks make a lot of poop.
And having to clean his yard every day
Was worse than banishing the group!
Note: The best I can tell, this poetry form is in common meter — alternating iambic tetrameter and iambic trimeter.
Gotcha Day #2
Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart. ~Author unknown
You’ve been here for two years now,
My mischievous little pup.
And surely in all those weeks and months,
You’ve had opportunity to grow up.
What did mama tell you
About stealing papers you can reach,
And promptly tearing them to tiny bits
While waiting for her to screech?
Some Memories Linger
When Memory rings her bell, let all the thoughts run in. ~Emily Dickinson, American poet
Spring semester for symphonic band has started, and we’re practicing for two concerts, one in March and the other in April.
To say this is a busy time would be an understatement.
Problem Solved, I Hope
Some people succeed because they are destined to, but most people succeed because they are determined to. ~Author unknown, 1960s
Three bales of straw later (and fingers crossed this works!):
Consequences? Maybe
Wisdom consists of the anticipation of consequences… ~Norman Cousins, American journalist, author, and professor
I Monkey here.
You’re never going to believe what Mama’s been up to now.
Not All Change is Good
When the winds of change blow, some people build walls and others build windmills. ~Chinese proverb
Perhaps change is the only constant in our world, but at the risk of appearing old, I’ve got to admit: I really miss retail shopping, particularly department stores.
Waiting for What’s Next
All say, “How hard it is that we have to die” — a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live. ~Mark Twain, American writer
The smell assaults you as you walk in the door:
A blend of disinfectant, urine, and more.
Step into the world of an old folks’ home.
Balding men with once-gray hair
Slump untended in their wheelchair.
Step into the world of an old folks’ home.
Wearing expressions of sadness and gloom
As if they’re gazing into the mouth of a tomb.
Step into the world of an old folks’ home.
Women on walkers in faded clothes;
Thick droopy stockings covering their toes.
Step into the world of an old folks’ home.
Vacant eyes stare straight into space;
Few signs remain of their former grace.
Step into the world of an old folks’ home.
Aging is part of life on this earth.
Shouldn’t we do more to preserve someone’s worth
Than tuck them away, out of sight, out of mind?
To me that’s awful and far from kind.
Letting them vegetate until at last they die.
Waiting for time and life to slip by.
Adult diapers and shapeless sweats,
Hearing aids, oxygen, and thin blankets.
Step into the world of an old folks’ home.
Calling for help and no one shows up.
Staff overworked; hard to catch up.
Step into the world of an old folks’ home.
Hoping for a visit from friends or their kids,
A basket of goodies the doctor forbids.
Step into the world of an old folks’ home.
People live longer these days, I know,
But longer isn’t better, some cases show.
Alone and lonely is no way to live,
Not when all people have something to give.
There’s no easy answer, everyone agrees,
But can’t we at least try to solve it? Please?
Thank You, My Friend
Hold a true friend with both your hands. ~Nigerian proverb
For longer than I care to admit, I’ve been battling technical issues with my WordPress blog.
Every time I wanted to comment on someone’s post, or even reply to comments made on my posts, I was forced to log in.
Every. Single. Time.
This was despite my having asked WordPress to remember me. And despite already being logged in.
And when I keyed in my username and password, I’d be taken to a page with a random photo and a link to the blog I was visiting, forcing me to pull the site up again just to see if my comment had registered.
The whole thing was becoming so complicated — and time-consuming — that I questioned whether I wanted to keep blogging. Or just chuck it all.
Bunnies Times Two
I
Stretch up
To the sky
So I can reach
Something good to eat.
This green thing looks okay.
It’s not what I’d like, but it
Will have to do because I am
So very hungry and I don’t see
Anything else the lady has put out.
It’s raining and I have to wonder why
This lady has a camera on me.
Doesn’t she have anything else
To do with her time than click
At me when I’m hiding
Here beneath this bush,
Trying to stay
Oh so dry
In the
Rain?
Note: Poetry form is Double Etheree.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 