SoCS 2-7-25

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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!

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 8, 2025

8 thoughts on “SoCS 2-7-25

  1. ‘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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