I asked the doctor
How many years
would this procedure
Add to my life?
He tells me
Your ninety-three years old
You might want to be thinking
In terms of days, not years.
My grandson says,
its all about infrastructure
In my day they called it bootstraps
Something you could pull up yourself.
I get out of bed on a sunny day
and my infrastructure hurts like hell
At ninety-three
Another word for infrastructure
is good health.
The boy plays the cornet
He has good teeth and strong breath
His boot straps are just fine.
I listen to the talk, talk, talkers
They are utterly clueless
I shout at the television
Its all about bootstraps, you morons.
Hi Frankie,
Just a note to let you know that I'm still here and checking your blog. I
hope you are well and that your latest post was reflective, not literal.
Donna
Not to worry. I am reflecting on a literal situation that just comes with
age. It strikes me as rediculous to contemplate any procedure at my age.
But they will bend your ear about it even if it is for nothing. I haven't
been in the mood to write lately. That will change in the spring when there
some chance of getting out and about. So South Carolina went for that Obama
fellah. That's fine I guess. I would love to see them both have conventions
that actually have to decide something for a change instead of all this
cornation nonsense that we have seen for the past what 50 years maybe. Way
I look at it Mickey Mouse would be a real step up from where we are now,
just so long as the little fellah is a democrat.
Hope you are well and that you won't give up your writing/reflecting.
Can't imagine winters like you describe, but it sounds like reading and
writing are perfect activites to fill the time.