new room

I am not a good one 

To shoot the shit with the guys

Late at night. When I 

get up so early in the morning. 

I walk out the door at 0530. 

Dressed packed and ready. 

DJ hours. 

The lazy way to not have dishes to do. 

Thanks, Pete! 

Very very good. Chinese Buffet. 

So the room is all moved. 

All the lights are in place. 

Looking good. 


Place for my camping gear.

Whenever I think of something I need, 

I go get it, and put it on the box. 

Like a list, but better.

I can hardly wait to get this funeral over with. 

What a crazy month this has been. 

The people I work for aren’t answering the door

To let me in to start they day. 

It’s raining. And cold. And windy. 

I’m tempted to get in the car and go -

No Show-  ya gotta wake up 

And let the nurse in. 

Just that much. Ya gotta. 

day “off”

Yuck   

I wanted wine and a hamburger 

Soooooo bad! 

I kept true to my challenge 

To not go out to eat all month of February. 

Well... not to spend any money eating out. 

And no wine. 

I did both. 

I woke up with ringing in my ears 

And no energy. 

The wine tasted like gasoline. 

The hamburger would have been embarrassed 

To know it was being served, 

Looking so bad. Hehehehe 

It was like a family reunion. 

The kind where you look forward to it all week, 

Then you can’t wait for it to be done. 

Just yuk. 

Yukky Poo. 

Maria and I moved furniture. 

She’s a brute when it comes to that. 

Strong as any man. 

I want a little sitting area 

To have my coffee. 

And since I technically rent a room, 

I try to stay out of the common areas 

Till I’m dressed and ready. 

Say goodbye to Mr Sun

I’m doing a bedroom so dark and black 

Wednesday Addams would approve. 

Next I’ll put up my own prints and art. 

My sister framed pictures for a living. 

I had and have many many framed prints. 

An honest smile. 

For a day of hard work. 

And good effort. 

fun day on a non-friday friday

Still need this to be a straight line. 

I guess it’s not so bad. 

My egg obsession is done. 

The last of the sausage. 

The last of the eggs. 

The last of the grated cheese. 

True?

Probably. 

Even if it’s a educated guess. 

I bought some isolated whey protein 

Yesterday on Amazon. 

I have a burn that’s not healing well

And I needs mah protein. 

So I’m revisiting an old friend. 

Protein Powder. 

At first, this only affected 

the medial side, down to the first knuckle. 

Then, both sides of the finger tip. 

Now, years later- it has moved 

to the second knuckle. 

Still got my walk on. 

Cold in Dallas! 

Someone forgot Granny’s ride! 

Twins. I have twins now. 

Twins. 

And they crawl. 

Man- do they ever! 

I’ve never taken care of a child 

that actually moves. 

They’ve all been Quadriplegic Kids. 

Up till now.