As some of you may have noticed,
I’ve been more AWAY from here
than here lately.
In the next two weeks or so, maybe three,
that will be more the norm than the exception.
Now that my jaws have healed and I can eat
non-pureed food, surely life is not
satisfied that I am blessed so abundantly.
I will have to return to Baltimore for surgery on my wrist,
yes, if I’m not breaking bones,
I’m messing up nerves and ligaments,
not to be confused with drinking liniments
instead of rubbing them in for relief of stiffness
Years and years ago, when I was ever so young,
I thought I’d never live long enough to be called old.
Nor “enjoy” the Seniority years in the future.
If I had listened more to my body earlier instead
of my pride and that overused Ego of mine,
I’d really be enjoying my Senior years instead of
visiting so many medical professionals, clinics
and those ever so much loved Hospitals of today.
Please don’t misconstrue this to be a letter of complaint,
it is just what it is, Old Age is
definitely, without any doubt
N O T
F O R
W U S S E S
W I M P S.
Just wanted to let you know that:
I am not ignoring any of you,
there’s just so much time in the day
when you are dealing with
its symptoms and side effects.
I’m normally ambidextrous,
now I’m down to being
and that half is out of practice
and not used to keeping up on its own.
Migraines prevent me from reading as much
as I would like to do so
having only 4 working fingers and
1 sort of functioning Thumb,
I’m behind and not liable to catch up anytime soon.
I am not in a great deal of pain, or suffering,
just lacking in the patience skills I really
should have developed by now
at this time of my life.
some of the best Drs in the world,
and hopefully they have forgotten me already
and will still do their best.
I have all the faith in their abilities and talents,
I will not worry or waiver in my trust or faith.
It’s not like they can make me any MUTER, can they?
The Clan and I will be travelling northwards, not for the snow
but for the Show and Tell, first performance this year
and hopefully the last time I spend in
Hospital, except for next month
to watch the arrival of Grandson #5
or also known as Grandchild #9.
Relax, we won’t be naming him
Prince George V.
He might be royalty in his home or mine,
but he’ll just be a simple kid who will be loved and adored
an a grateful addition to our Clan.
take good care of yourselves
and if I’m lucky, I’ll be able to ask someone
to read me some of your posts so I can
keep up a little bit with readings and
Feel welcome to drop in on my email addy,
I’ll reply or get help with replies as I can.
thank you in advance for your patience and understanding.
or as the neighbors’ grandchildren describe me,
the Santa who can’t live at the North Pole
because he hates the