It’s winter windy here in Cheyenne, but the sun is shining bright. The word bulk comes to mind as I read my exit report from the rehab and they had me down as 35 pounds heavier than I knew I was. The food was so horrible. I didn’t even eat it so what is up with that?🙄 Talk about making somebody going home feeling better😵💫. Yesterday I went to my regular doctor and insisted that they weigh me and I was down from my regular weight about 10 pounds so take that rehab.
I told my daughter if I get sick again or need rehab I’m definitely not going to that place. I’m wishing all of you a safe and healthy rest of the season. Please be careful if you have ice you have to walk on – believe me you do not want to get a broken limb.
This is a picture of my daughter and her husband back in 1993. They celebrated their 32nd anniversary this week!
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 8, 2025
The Bag Lady 
Maybe they want you to think their food was better than it really was.
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I think they used a lot of sauces
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To cover up the food🫣
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Yuck
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That’s what I said😂
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‘Bulk’ is not an easy word to squeeze into a little poem …, but here goes ….
I’m nought but bulk
A burnt out hulk
A waste of space in bed
I’ve passed my prime
I’ve had my time
It’s done for me, I dread
I frown and skulk
I turn and sulk
You say it’s in my head
Then you begin. Put skin to skin
Inhibitions shed
And in your eyes, that old surprise
A book so long I’ve read
You smile, you dance
I laugh. I prance
Again we’re newly wed
(this is a poem about some other guy, I stress. I’m still an absolute stud, of course)
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I love your poems you made my day. Thank you.
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Lovely photo!
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