
I’m worried about the Grim Reaper,
Not visited in August, now it’s September!
Has something changed his agender?
Last we met, he spoke of a nymph named Rusalka,
A female creature who seeks souls not after…
death, but before, & ferry them to Purgatory,
Each is an illegal immigrant soul-gatherer,
They come in dreams, offering virgins for a fiver,
The Virgin Goddess of the Hunt, Dziewona,
I’ve missed my designated soul-collector,
He was straight-talking, no verbal garniture,
For my last day, he promised me fresh golonkowa…
With sourdough bread & pickled cucumber,
I thought a moment ago that I could smell vinegar,
He said he’d get me in a cell with souls of kvetchers,
He guaranteed to keep me safe from Herr Starmer,
And his lies, bullying and moratoria…
I couldn’t have asked for better…
Me, a mentally-challenged failed rhymester,
When I die, decease, perish, & meet St Peter,
I leave this mortal coil, led by my Grim Reaper,
He will try to become my permanent Carer,
It’s love, I think, though it sounds macabre,
Gawd, I hope he wasn’t a leg-puller!
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Very few photos and news on the blog today. I must try to at least complete yesterday’s blog. If I have the time, I need to complete the 30 templates for September. I know, not a cat-in-hells chance. But I must at least try.
Oh, no, just remembered I can use Jetpack, like I did last month. I did it in half the usual time. Now, if only I could remember how I did it. Never mind, there are still unknown challenges to come. Do I sound a smidgeon pessimistic?
Carer Nimra. Body Check.
They were not painful, but Nimta called the Community Nurses. They will send someone to inspect the area. Later decided Monday, not today. This will be no problem.
Amazingly, I completed the templates in record time, despite dealing with numbers.
Seizures are getting frequent. I spent ages in repeated recovery times, doing nothing.
Hours & hours doing blogs.
TTFN
Having Grim Reaper as an eternal carer could be interesting, Gerry. The photos of the clouds are so nice. It’s really good that Horis is with you sometimes. Have a blessed week. 🙏💖
Cheers, Tim. 🙏🏻👌🏼❤
Not sure that anyone with a name like Grim Reaper could possibly be a leg puller 😀
Hahaha!
Maybe old Grim is on holiday. Wonderful sun and cloud shots. Good looking weinie meal.
Will he be like Arnie, and be back?
Hehe! All the best to clan of humanoids and the furries, Tim.
He’ll be bach!
A grand time-machine tale, indeed. You had me looking over me shoulder for any shudderings from Grim. One of my earliest memories — running up Renshaw Ave (about one mile from Crowell Manor) with a pack of about eight or nine dogs. I was about the same height as those dogs; we all ran with wild abandon right up the middle of the road. My mother pretty much let us all run wild in those days. Haha!! Thanks for jogging a total recall of those days from approximately 1951 🙂
Those were the days my friend, we knew they had to end… Sad innit?
I’m proud to prompt you thoughts, Sir Billum.