Sunday, April 29, 2018

Soon ...Take 3️⃣


Editing after posting...
I was actually 
Falling asleep writing this one,
This Morning,
Well, I must go on 😴
Oh that Sleep? Cleansing, Healing, Worth it. πŸ˜ŽπŸŒ»πŸΎπŸ±πŸ“
Heck, I’ll just post all my old swallow posts....

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

They’re Back...

From Twitterverse,
Robert McFarlane Lost Words...

Monday, April 23, 2018

Atmospheric Pressure

Halfway home,
We both have had our atmospheric damages.
  insults to our bodies
Think of the neurological system as one big solar system.
What if the moon went away?

Found this amongst my Dad posts.
This one a happy sad memory. Rip Dad.
Thinking again how Are minds, our nervous system
Is really a Solar System in Complexity 
And what it encompasses.

Sunday, April 15, 2018

Sad news. A Tear and a Smile πŸ“»

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

A Song

A Song

I heard a Song in the Distance there,
Melodic, Soft and Sweet.

The Birds πŸ¦… were busy
Making Nests,
Spring was Springing 
Our flying Guests.

Another year...
Songbirds And the Sea

Saturday, April 7, 2018

Taxing My Energy

 The pile of paperwork haunted me.

April 15th was approaching fast!
Tax forms are Due,
Money to go to
State and Feds, too,
Something you gotta do,
Had me singing the blues.
Now they’re as  good as done,
I’m through!

Friday, April 6, 2018

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Access elusive

Twitter rant about Packages  πŸ“¦ 

Delivery, Disability, And Determination 

A Rural not so free story 

So when Amazon says they delivered my package, it’s locked up in post office. @Walmart using mostly @FedEx and @UPS we upgraded our UPS for $ to divert packages from post office.

Oh, I forgot about @USPS @POTUS reminded me. First they made me move my R.F.D. Mailbox because they said my road isn’t a road.I couldn’t walk there due to #multiplesclerosis So we got. P.O. Box I have to pay for. My @amazon packages sit at post office until husband can go get.

Sunday, April 1, 2018

Rerun...Travelogue for the Universe: Legacy of words

Travelogue for the Universe: Legacy of words: All she had were words at the end. A string of words on pages scribbled at the end of the day or when she was too tired to write the wh...