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Cutting up potatoes, I found a wriggler…
A maggot, but used wriggler; it sounded funnier,
Just two cuts, to the same finger…
Using on each a waterproof plaster,
While the sauce got burnt to a cinder,
To give the potatoes a bit more flavour,
I added tandoori, lemon & coriander,
And the recommended garam masala,
Stood-up, how I didn’t fall’s a puzzler…
I went into a dissociative seizure,
Compared to the norm, this was longer,
Spuds were rock hard, my language vulgar,
Got potato waffles from the refrigerator,
I picked up long picker-upper, Peter,
To retrieve the spoon dropped earlier,
Knocking over a bottle of malted vinegar,
After mopping it up, the floor was cleaner,
Finally, I was ready to serve up dinner,
My waffles, burnt and withered,
Everything on the tray was assembled,
Carefully, into the front I hobbled…
My ingrowing toenail was stubbed!
Spilt food, carpet to be scrubbed,
Meal binned, pots washed…
So, my food plans were altered,
To bags of crisps, ready-salted…
Salt & vinegar, and barbequed,
New Year views to be photo’d,
Things didn’t go as anticipated!
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Afternoon Delight.
A little later…
Sunset, Gorgeous!
Zoomed in a bit…
And another…
Then right out.
The third attempt produced this
edible meal. At last! Hehe!
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TTFNski!
Sweet Dreams!
Last week, I stood up then immediately passed out for a second slamming my temple onto…?? I woke immediately and thought, “I hit my head, I shouldn’t go to sleep.”, then adjusted myself on the floor and fell asleep anyway. I think it was a BP issue (it’s still dangerously high), but I don’t know… I’m also wondering if the BP issue is being caused by an infection (the painful spot on my replaced knee not only continues but is getting worse instead of better). Monday will be my next attempt to get the surgeon to take images instead of telling me, “that’s normal.”
Which is a long way of saying that I hope you’re okay and that you get responsive doctors and better healthcare!
WE share tales of Woe, gal.I was lucky when I got up too soon and collapsed. They checked and found Hydrocephalus (water on the brain). Have you had a CT or MRI scan, gal?
Thanks for caring, All hte absolute bestest for the New Year. XXX 🤗😿😺
No scans or anything. I was worried when I started having headaches on the exact opposite spot of my head but it seems okay now.
I have a phone appt on Mon morn and will discuss BP options. Prev BP meds gave me Drug-Induced Lupus so I’m really nervous about taking another.
I hope and pray things work out for you, gal.
I’ve got a phone apt on Tuesday, gal. CAn’t recall what it was about. Hehe!
They sure didn’t go as anticipated – but I wonder that anything ever does? 🙂
Hold that thought, Paul. Today (1st) has been good… well, up to now. Hehe!
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Happy New Year, Inchy! Wonderful ode and fantastic sunset photos.
Can we make a giant card in every language and send it up in a balloon to go around the globe? With Happy New Year, and an appeal for peace? Of would America or Russia shoot it down with a drone? Just a thought, mate.
I wish you a much better year, and thank you for the poetry.
Great ode and pictures, Gerry. Happy New Year! 🌟😍🙏
Many of them in return, Sir. X🤝🏻🌝🙏🏻👍🏻
My father would have been 105 today, had he not died at age 92. He was born on the first day of January in 1921, so happy birthday, dad!
I’ve been under the weather lately, but then we have experienced drastic temperature boomerangs here in the Ohio Valley.
Every time I visit a physician, they ask me if I had suffered a fall. So I shall make it a New Year’s resolution not to do that.
Happy New Year, Gerry!!
Strong emotional day for you, Bill. Memories are precious.
I’ve broke my record last year for hospital stays, Sir. Six, from tumbles. I hope your determination keeps you form having any more. A good resolution!
Have a Happy Tumbleless Year, Sir. X