I’m alone in the house with
Five Dozen Cookies.
They’re the cookies I like the best.
To be in a house with
Five Dozen Cookies
is about the Ultimate Test.
Will I persist or just give in?
Can I resist the lure?
Can I turn from bold temptation?
Are my eating habits pure?
I’m still in a house with
Four Dozen Cookies.
I’m afraid I failed the test.
These cookies are my fav’rite ones…
They’re the ones I like the best.
I’m a captive of the Virus.
I’m confined to house and home.
I stay close to my front doorstep
and my feet no longer roam.
Lunch and coffee with my friends
are just a distant memory.
And there is no change a’ coming
for as far as I can see.
But I’m busy every minute.
I am always working hard.
There’s no end to boring housework.
There’s always work out in the yard.
My COVID eating-habits
are completely Topsy Turvy.
I’ve started to eat oranges
to try to ward off Scurvy.
This January Day is fine.
It’s time to stop complaining.
The air is warm. The sky is blue.
It isn’t even raining!
A black crow sits on the
neighbor’s white fence,
surveying the neighborhood.
His gaze is steady,
and quite intense.
He’s looking for something good.
Each day brings some new trial.
Each day brings some new test.
I’m grateful for the quiet night
that brings some time to rest.
I got my cats new scratchers.
It must feel good to their paws.
They’re mewing with contentment
as they sharpen up their claws.
My cotoneaster’s Going.
Yes, it’s Very Nearly Gone.
I’ve had it Many, Many Years!
Now it’s Time for Moving On.
It has grown to be Gigantic.
It has grown All Out of Whack.
My cotoneaster’s Going.
I am cutting it Far Back.
I had myself a Chocolate Fix.
It was a sweet and nutty mix.
I savored it – slow and carefully.
And, Oh! It tasted Good to me!
The Rubatino trucks are out.
They’re busy on the street…
with flashing lights and crashing gears…
their dominance complete.
I won’t go for my daily walk.
They like to bait and dare me.
They like to lurch their trucks around.
It’s fun for them to scare me.
Living the Aging Life 