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I’m Gonna Be a Grandma!!

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“If you wouldn’t be too embarrassed…,” Ron comments.

Ummm, me be embarrassed? Has he not been to any of my performances?? Oh sure, there have been times when I have been offended by insults about who I am or what I do, but only when the ridicule has lacked truth. Like, when my eighth grade English teacher publicly ridiculed a composition I’d written as having been influenced by “too much TV,” unaware that she was speaking of a child who had grown up with no TV at all. But anyone who has ever accused me of worrying about what people think of me simply doesn’t know me at all. I’m not out to make fans or collect groupies. Sharing a smile or too will do quite fine, thank you.

So yes, I’ll be the grandma for our Singers’ rendition this Christmas of Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer. And have fun doing so. I don’t happen to believe a person has to be unrealistic to know how to have fun with living. This place needs a few more grandma types who have fun being who they are, right?

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21 October 2014 at 8:51 pm

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Pure Imagination

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Just as metaphor is the language of poetry, so is image the vision of art.

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12 October 2014 at 6:46 pm

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These Questions Three

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  KEEPER:      Stop!  What is your name?
  GALAHAD:     Sir Galahad of Camelot.
  KEEPER:      What is your quest?
  GALAHAD:     I seek the Holy Grail.
  KEEPER:      What is your favorite color?
  GALAHAD:     Blue.  No yel--  Auuuuuuuugh!

One of these days a year or two from now, maybe I can come back and fill in some of the details on this one. Not today, not while I remain where I am. Even the hint of a whisper I give in this post is perhaps more than I should be saying out loud.

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10 October 2014 at 8:30 pm

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Quinoa and Black Beans

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Nothing’s no fun when what one says the other means,
by any words they’d choose tasting just as good
as how we go together, like quinoa and black beans.

Hope’s not sold at the market. Whatever the scenes
we’re given to play, don’t we have fun as we should?
Nothing’s no fun when what one says the other means.

As essential as protein are you! Were all cuisines
as super at what they do, go down easy they could
as how we go together, like quinoa and black beans.

One’s not truly tried things one thinks of as in betweens
the real things one cooks up for what’d be if one would.
Nothing’s no fun when what one says the other means

A ham sloppy joe, please. Or two BMT submarines.
Or what goes with catsup’s as near my neighborhood
as how we go together, like quinoa and black beans.

Seconds, dear. Let no love go lost in humdrum routines
where despair’s the menu and appetite’s misunderstood.
Nothing’s no fun when what one says the other means
as how we go together, like quinoa and black beans.

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5 October 2014 at 9:56 pm

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A Fine Specimen

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Finally establishing a new primary physician. Since I’ll expect to outlive this doc’s eventual retirement, he won’t be my last. But we’re probably down to one hand on remainders, not counting any ad hoc physicians pulled in for any further shenanigans.

My physical exam this morning went fine. Good blood pressure, compliments on my weight and on getting more exercise and on drinking more water. The cyst on my back is not a concern at this point. My next colonoscopy can wait a few more years. No signs of any prostate problems.

Prescriptions moved to the pharmacy around the corner. Caremark and our USPS finally convinced me they can’t be trusted with crucial health concerns.

Blood work, a flu shot and a shingles shot later, I’m off and running again, soon enough to make it comfortably to an actuaries’ conference call for my workday.

And of course, since those shots and bloodwork left me “broken,” bringing home two poetry books to comfort me my wounds.

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1 October 2014 at 5:36 pm

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