June 28, 2024
What? Covid? After avoiding it for 4 years?
What’s wrong with that picture I ask??
It’s bad enough that I have symptoms, but more importantly-
I’m missing all the action.
Not just good action- bad action, too.
Having to let Scott take care of my favorite granddaughters while I stay home
Missing out on James and his giant peach and
Not hearing the warbling of a cast of creatures in huge ensemble!
And then there’s Park in pain from a giant tree
I am not too sick, I exclaim, to not be helping out
Maybe cleaning a dish here, hanging a picture over there,
Moving a chair across the room.
But here I sit at home, without a project
Without responsibility, lacking purpose
Not a good plan for my normal me.
And I am not that sick- not really.
I could be cooking, cheering at the play, washing some clothes
For somebody in need of cooking cheering or washing.
I could be playing music for someone who likes to sing,
Or scratching someone’s itchy back.
But I don’t have any broken bones; I don’t have to mend for months.
I don’t have to wear a brace that limits my movement. I am free.
I will revel in my relative health. I will marvel at being 73ish.
There will always be something I’m not at- something I miss
So no whining!! Life is a joy to behold.
THERE WILL BE NO FOMO!
I WILL LIVE WHERE I LAND!
HAPPY MOMENT!
HAPPY LIFE!
(nice poem or something)