first of august

August Bloody First. 

So we meet again. 

It always brings bad news. 

But the “bad news”

Always has turned into good news. 

Bad relationships. 

Bad jobs. Good riddance. 

PeeWee and Sinead. 

As a LatchKey-Boomer,

I predict we will see our idols 

And heroes take turns 

Merging with the Infinite-

With every week that passes. 

Paul Rubens was 70 years old. 

May the memories of him always

Make you look. 🥸

America- threadbare 

And barely hanging on. 

Shame on companies 

Who fly rag-tag flags. 

Soooooo…. We waited. 

12 noon prep ✅ 

1300 drive ✅ 

1400 appointment done. ✅ 

1500 waiting

1600 waiting

1700 waiting

Waiting in a hot corridor 

With no chairs. Bare cement. 

You know- out by the loading dock. 

1800 waiting. Finally. The van. 

1900 literally walked in the door

With 5 minutes to spare. 

Instead of helping, the night nurse

Sat and watched as I unpacked

And got the patient ready. 

She said (and I quote)

You want to do it-

Do it all by yourself. 

And she sat and watched. 

So I asked again 

And she said - and I quote -

Why are you spending your energy 

On asking me again?

I already told you to do it yourself. 

Time to take out the trash. 

From 10 years ago. 

Clouds. A beautiful sight. 

A year ago. 

Sweet Baby BamBam. 

Health health health. 

I’ve lost an half inch. 

In the Army, I was 5’2”. 

But they really never measured. 

I was actually 5’2” with shoes. 

Now, I'm 5’1 1/2” with shoes. 

My plans for this week?

I have a few appointments. 

Im going to meet up with 

My dear friend Cindy. 

But first- i have a few people 

Im going to wash 

Right out of my hair.