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After being thrown in the canal, back in 1953…
Fear & aquaphobia gripped me,
School swimming lessons every Wednesday…
I avoided them through fear, and cunningly…
Positioned myself at the back of the queue, 
We’d all walk to the baths, this is what I’d do,
Nip up an alleyway, and as the lads return, was due,
I’d rejoin them at the back of the queue,
As far as I’m aware, nobody ever knew!
I did this for a full term, it’s true…
Amazing what sheer fear can do!

I tried to live my life abstemiously,
But not of course, in any way abstinently,
Now old & confused, it’s lived abstractedly…
Problems growing, mentally & physically,
My distant memories, I still have accessibility.
I recall Grizelda: Our intermingling so passionately, 
9 months of visits daily, everyone, amorously!
When not with her, I pined so alarmingly,
I make three visits on a Wednesday
Then she decided to move in with me!
Built for rough & tumble, athletically,
We were mutually a rampant beneficiary,
I never had so much joy, physically,
We pleased ourselves so avariciously,
Albeit greedily, covetously, and graspingly,
Every merging was rigorous, but lovely,
Result? We shared a mutual bodily harmony,
Amiably, amicably, amorously, & ambrosially…
Passionately, fervently, and enthusiastically,
The time came for her to go home, leave me,
Due to underuse, my body went into atrophy,

More to follow… Do you like it?
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Up at 04:00hrs. The night pouch was removed from the day catheter. My balance was all over the place. But no dizzies this morning. The concentration is not good, but it never is. 
All I could focus on was remaking the world lists for the odes. I did manage to recover two files; the other twenty-two have escaped into the ether —the cloud —and I can’t, for the life of me, get in to open them… I can’t even find them now! 
So the next week or so, I’ll be spending ages remaking them from scratch, so little else will be forthcoming. I may snuff it before I ever get them all done again. I’ll never do it. Tsk! & Ranglesomeness! 
Then I took a couple of photographs through the open kitchen window of the foggy morning view.

Off to the wet room to get the ablutions sorted out. The sitting on the Porcelain Throne lasted about 30 seconds, and the cleanup took about half an hour! Then, I started the washing & cleaning of my gloriously fit, strong, muscled body.  
Cut my overlong fingernails, not too much blood lost this time. wasn’t keen on my doing so, and the gums bled a smidgeon.
Shaving next. Caught the spot on my cheek and a cut on my neck. The aftershave didn’t stop the bleeding from the cut. I’d sliced the head off of it a little deeper than usual. Put a plaster on it later. Then, a body scrub. Medicationings next.
Phorpain gelled the knees all around, in hopes of appeasing   , and .
I couldn’t do the foaming on either or , as I’d forgotten to ask the Carer to take off the feet and leg strappings last night. Humph!

I paid little attention to what was happening for the rest of the day.

They were just an annoyance that delayed my working on one file or word, spending around 8 hours on it and getting maybe 10% done from scratch. I feel obligated to try to get them all done. There are about another 22 to do. Oh, dearie me!

When I started preparing the meal plans, I took these shots (I think). Hope I haven’t got the days mixed up… I wouldn’t be surprised. Sorry if they have already been put on a blog.
Off the evening sky, all clear now to photograph with hopes of them coming out alright for once. I seem to have got carried away with taking these of the same area, spot, or view. Then… and I shouldn’t be surprised at this , but I was, and angry with myself.

Finding I’d left the hot water tap running again, I became annoyed and dropped the bag of parsnips I was taking out of the freezer; it burst open, hitting the floor! Not one parsnip stayed in the bag! 
I felt my willpower drain from me. My anger turned to self-pity (Sad, I know). But things got worse,
I just could not believe it. I gave up and returned to the computer to continue assembling the words. This was worrrying.
When it came to saving CorelDraw, I was blank and just did not know the ‘Save’ key combination. I realise it later on. Cont-E. But forgot the file where, when ‘saving-as’, you have to pick one. 
My loneliness & lowness were deepened, and I gave up. Closed down the computer. 
I went into the kitchen to try to sort out the meal again, only to find that I had left the tap running and the oven on high!
However, what seemed like seconds later, the first visit from arrived.
My manner, approach, core, heart, essence changed into a contented, although guilty feeling of ‘Sod-Em-Allness!’ This lasted while I made a meal and got it in the oven, and… returned — bravely but stupidly — to the computer! Carefree! When I forgot something or did it wrong, instead of cursing myself, I just carried on uncaringly! Accepting all the problems arising, and a few did, with an indifference… that’s how it is, so be it, what care I?… Spff!

Took a break to get the meal sorted.

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-Time limits this one to being a short one, sorry-
I used to miss activities riparious,
Not going in or on, but beside the rivers,
I was in a club for fishermen and anglers,
The Glastone Club, all big drinkers,
For many years, I failed  to join the winners,
No cups, no wins, no runner-up prizes, 
We were bodacious and/or blasphemous, 
I was overkeen on drinking Guinness,
We had a match on a canal in the Southeast.
They considered me as an appendix,
Who went not to win, me, the one who’ll entertain,
On the bus trip there & back, again and again…
Jokes, songs, yodelling & but never winning,
They gave me a Failures Cup; they were grinning,
Everyone in the pub burst out laughing,
Speech! Speech! So I started yodelling!
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Uo at 04:14hrs. But no plans for any ablutions whatsoever. My only aim was to get the worst list advanced; no chance of getting it actually finished or done in a day —it might take a week yet just to get the one I’ve started completed. 
At this very thought, but no signs of me doing the sensible thing and giving up on the blog and computer altogether. I’ll never get it working right. The same goes for , and . Let’s not forget about , or , each having the ability to kybosh any of my hopes, designs, plans, thoughts or ideas on blogging, Odeing, planning, thinking or anything!

The day flashed by with not a single note on the memory notepad! All I wanted was to replace my lost Word list —almost my personal Oding Phronistery. I could have cried when my ignorance and inabilities contributed to their ether-disappearance. And that is all I did, whenever and wherever possible today. 
No comments, messages or blog reader tended to at all. I must try to catch up, but I’m so far behind.
I’ll try, if the ailments let me.

FOOD! At long last, I made a tasty, edible meal! No droppages, spillages either! Mind you, I did leave the hot tap running again. Tsk!

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