(for Shannon)
I’m living with a spider.
Spiders like to be alone.
So she’s living in my shower
where she’s made a Spider Zone.
She seems to do much better
when I leave her by herself,
doing what it is that spiders do,
beneath a bathroom shelf.
It’s a quiet life we’re leading,
just enjoying one another,
I’m behaving quite responsibly.
I am a Spider Mother.
Whidbey Island had an earthquake.
On the Scale, ‘twas pretty small,
but it made a noisy clamor when
the clock crashed off the wall!
Electronics got all tangled.
Printer had to be re-set.
Google can’t find her location
and there may be more stuff yet.
It was just a little earthquake, so,
on balance, all in all…
we came out pretty lucky.
Only Clock had quite a fall!
A garden is a plot of weeds,
interspersed with flowers.
The flowers do need attention,
but the weeds take hours and hours.
May your day be like a rainbow:
shades of Joy in ev’ry hue…
splashing colors of great Beauty…
streaming Happiness for you!
Spring gardens are uneven
in the pace at which things grow.
But one thing to depend on:
Garden weeds are never slow.
Today I had a visitor.
It was the Cookie Elf.
She mixed and baked the cookies.
Then she placed them on my shelf.
She took the flour and sugar,
added in the choc’late chips,
enriched with fine ingredients
that taste good on the lips.
The oven took its perfect part
in turning batter gold.
Warm cookies from the oven
are a fine thing to behold!
So now I can have cookies
with a glass of ice-cold milk….
a taste treat for the ages
that slips down as smooth as silk.
Please come again, Cookie Elf!
My white hair’s growing thinner.
You can see my pale pink scalp.
If my hair thins out much further,
I’ll look like a Balding Alp.
The flowers in my garden
lift my heart and ease my mind.
The beauty of a garden
is a precious thing to find.
I rose up feeling happy,
with a smile upon my face —
stepped outside my bedroom–
smile was gone, without a trace.
Poor John.
The dog had an unhappy night,
for there, outside my door,
I saw my friendly buddy
had to poop upon the floor.
Poor John.
I went to my computer,
ordered up a new device.
It would clean the dirty carpet
and would leave things looking nice!
Smart John.
But then I got a message
that gave me a second shock:
They’d like to fill my order,
but the cleaner’s Not in Stock.
Poor John.
So I petted friendly buddy,
with her big head on my lap,
and went back to my bedroom.
Guess it’s time to take a nap.
Poor John.
But I rose to face the music.
Faced the challenge with a shrug.
And got down on my hands and knees
and cleaned the dirty rug.
Poor John
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Poor John
I rose up feeling happy,
with a smile upon my face —
stepped outside my bedroom–
smile was gone, without a trace.
Poor John.
The dog had an unhappy night,
for there, outside my door,
I saw my friendly buddy
had to poop upon the floor.
Poor John.
I went to my computer,
ordered up a new device.
It would clean the dirty carpet
and would leave things looking nice!
Smart John.
But then I got a message
that gave me a second shock:
They’d like to fill my order,
but the cleaner’s Not in Stock.
Poor John.
So I petted friendly buddy,
with her big head on my lap,
and went back to my bedroom.
Guess it’s time to take a nap.
Poor John.
But I rose to face the music.
Faced the challenge with a shrug.
And got down on my hands and knees
and cleaned the dirty rug.
Poor John
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Poor John
I rose up feeling happy,
with a smile upon my face —
stepped outside my bedroom–
smile was gone, without a trace.
Poor John.
The dog had an unhappy night,
for there, outside my door,
I saw my friendly buddy
had to poop upon the floor.
Poor John.
I went to my computer,
ordered up a new device.
It would clean the dirty carpet
and would leave things looking nice!
Smart John.
But then I got a message
that gave me a second shock:
They’d like to fill my order,
but the cleaner’s Not in Stock.
Poor John.
So I petted friendly buddy,
with her big head on my lap,
and went back to my bedroom.
Guess it’s time to take a nap.
Poor John.
But I rose to face the music.
Faced the challenge with a shrug.
And got down on my hands and knees
and cleaned the dirty rug.
Poor John
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Poor John
I rose up feeling happy,
with a smile upon my face —
stepped outside my bedroom–
smile was gone, without a trace.
Poor John.
The dog had an unhappy night,
for there, outside my door,
I saw my friendly buddy
had to poop upon the floor.
Poor John.
I went to my computer,
ordered up a new device.
It would clean the dirty carpet
and would leave things looking nice!
Smart John.
But then I got a message
that gave me a second shock:
They’d like to fill my order,
but the cleaner’s Not in Stock.
Poor John.
So I petted friendly buddy,
with her big head on my lap,
and went back to my bedroom.
Guess it’s time to take a nap.
Poor John.
But I rose to face the music.
Faced the challenge with a shrug.
And got down on my hands and knees
and cleaned the dirty rug.
Poor John
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Will you join me in my garden?
We could visit over tea.
We could share this springtime beauty.
I’d enjoy your company.
Living the Aging Life 