FACEBOOK Poems - part 13

8:15 a.m. Tuesday, September 25

Today I'll “sister sit” for awhile.
Ms. Rena's in her 90s, always makes me smile.

8:38 a.m. Wednesday, September 26.

Better is a burger that I share with a friend,
than a steak all alone just for me.
Better to cry with a friend who is sad,
than to laugh all alone heartily.

(10:30 a.m. at the church house today, then all who wanted to, went to the Olive Garden for lunch ... so today I ate - and laughed - with 13 other ladies and 3 men! But other days, YES, I'd rather have a burger with a friend than some fancy food by myself.)

9 a.m. Thursday, September 27. 

A bit soon to worship last night was fine.
Joyce got me early. She forgot what time.
We usually meet at 6:30, but last night met at 7.
Would be wonderful, though, to be early to Heaven!

9:27 a.m. Friday, September 28.

The weather is crazy. Today it is hot.

Doesn't change if I fuss, doesn't change if I not.

There's better things to think on, and so

Good thoughts on my mind, rather than "woe, woe, woe"!

8:40 a.m. Saturday, September 29.

If I'm up after midnight, I sometimes start seeing things ...
Crawlies on the floor, or movements that have wings.
I know my eyes and brain plays tricks, but I sure wish they would cease,
Of course if I went to bed earlier, rather than hallucinations, I'd be sound asleep!

7:45 a.m. Sunday, September 30.

One day of the week, we ate some "gospel bird".

You mean you've never heard that? It's really not absurd!

Just think of Sunday dinner, when company came to meet

Each other for a meal! Chicken! Let's all eat!

(First of course: spiritual food at worship. Weather forecast is 90% rain today but some of us still went to lunch. As Ms. Eunice says, rain or not, we still have to eat! Chicken is also known as "yard bird”.)

9:00 a.m. Monday, October 1.

Going to be a busy week. Can't post every day.
This is my only ''stay home''. Other times, I'll be away.

Glad I'm staying home today. Forecast again is rain.

I'll stay busy with something! Work the little cells in my brain!

DARWIN's SHEEP

Have you ever heard of Darwin's Sheep? or someone who wanders 'round?
often straying from the flock – whose nose is to the ground?

The grass is good in front of it. It rarely lifts its eyes,
then suddenly, it's far away, much to its surprise.

It's wedged into a corner. No way can it back out –
or a step from falling off a cliff, e'en it hears the shepherd’s shout.

But some sheep just won't listen. The shepherd knows what's best.
That one wouldn't be a good breeder. Let it go to save the rest.

Some times some folks can be like sheep, meandering on their way –
aimlessly in their own world, not noticing where they stray.

The shepherd can only do so much – won't force from the rocky steep.
Do YOU follow The Good Shepherd? or are you one of Darwin's sheep?

~ by Netagene, about 1 a.m. (middle of the night), September 23/24, 2012 ~

A few applicable verses from the New Testament: Matthew 10:14; Mark 4:19; John 10; Romans 1:24; I Timothy 6:8-9; Hebrews 6:4-8; James 1:12-15; I Peter 2:25; II Peter 2:9-21.

Here's where I got the idea for the poem.

I’d never heard of "Darwin's sheep" until I read about it in a novel. I looked it up. It refers to a sheep that wanders from the flock, maybe keeps its nose to the ground while eating, doesn’t pay attention to where it’s going, etc., and thus often eats itself into a corner and can’t get out, or follows the good grass down a cliff and can’t get back up, and so starves or maybe falls to its death, into a crevasse, etc. You get the idea … and the shepherd doesn’t bother to go after it, or after trying with no results, lets it go … because he doesn’t want a sheep like that to breed in with his flock … “survival of the fittest” … thus “Darwin’s sheep”.

FACEBOOK Poems - part 12

8:37 a.m. Wednesday, September 19, 2012.

It was pouring rain, but the day was bright.
Cloud cover, but the sun shone through!
Thought for sure that there'd be a rainbow ...
God's promise in pink, green, and blue!

But the only thing that could be seen ...
Rain-fed earth, grasses green ...
Drawn with God's lovely brush-painted sheen ...
Dirty things had been made clean.

Just as we're washed in the blood,
buried with Christ, o'erwhelmed by flood ...
Sprinkling's wrong. That just won't do.
Raised to live a life brand new.

(Kind of a double poem I wrote the previous day, about what was happening then. Temperature on my porch about 8 a.m. was 55 cool degrees! Bible class at the Huffman church of Christ building at 10:30 today.)

8:07 a.m. Thursday, September 20.

My brain today is running slow.

The rhymes right now are getting low.

The weather’s changed and there’s a chill.

I’ll blame that on why my thinking’s taken a spill.

(I know the meter on that last line isn't good.)

8:55 a.m. Friday, September 21.

A Waffle House just opened up about 2 miles from me.

Yesterday I went with a friend and we ate mightily!

Do you call that gluttony?

(As one friend pointed out, because I took about half of mine home for a couple other meals, it wasn't gluttony.)

7:55 a.m. Saturday, September 22.

Crocheting so slow I was almost going backward ...
Or “frogging” some yarn 'cause I made a mistake.
I know that I'm tired when I can't do an ''easy'' -
When a nap's on my mind and the time isn't late. 

8:10 a.m. Sunday, September 23.

Where I go to worship,

our gospel meeting starts today.

We don't try to "prosetyze" -

Only Jesus can lead the way.

The visiting preacher is originally from here.

I look forward to hearing him speak.

I'm sure it will be God's Words he says -

Powerful, but meek. 

9:50 a.m. Monday, September 24.

The seasons change. There's now a chill.
Birds? Mostly crows -- the song birds are still.

FACEBOOK Poems - part 11

8:30 a.m. Wednesday, September 12. 2012. 

'Maters and 'taters and corn and beans!

No wonder I can't fit in my old blue jeans!
Oh, how those carbs and such go to my hips,
But umm! the good taste when they go past my lips!

8:25 a.m. Thursday, September 13. 

I'm a yarnaholic, but no 12 steps.

It's relaxing to me; I don't need any "helps"!

Two needles or one hook are oft' in my hand.

I'll "yarn" you something as fast as I can!

9:24 a.m. Friday, September 14. 

When the weather's nice, guess where I'll be -

On my front porch. Wish you could join me!

10:00 a.m. Saturday, September 15.

Happiness comes from within.
I'll do my best to avoid sin.

(I've been up awhile ... just now signing on! Gotta get something to eat, get the morning's newspaper ... and back to crocheting! On my screened-in front porch of course!)

7:43 a.m. Sunday, Sept. 16

I'll live forever but where will I be? God gave me birth for eternity!

E'en tho' life here is sometimes sad, by obeying God, my forever-life will be glad.

(Written May 27 & August 28, 2011)

9:06 a.m. Monday, September 17.

There was a quick cloudburst during preaching last night.

Forecast: 100% rain the next 2 days.

But I've no problems. Everything is all right.

And I'll always give God the praise!

(That's according to the NOAA site. It's wasn’t raining right at that minute, but I did go put some things in the mailbox, bring the garbage can from the curb back to the house, and get the newspaper - and sit on the front porch while I could.)

8:40 a.m. Tuesday, September 18.

Forecast was right - 100 percent –

raining straight down. Glad I'm not in a tent!
Recently got a new roof - old one there'd been a while.
I'm safe and I'm dry. Contented ... I smile.

(Right then, it's wasn’t raining, but it WAS thundering. It WAS raining, straight down, hard, when I wrote that the previous day. And the forecast was still 100%.)

FACEBOOK Poems - part 10

8:15 a.m. Tuesday, September 4, 2012.

No Bible class today. Can't think of how to rhyme.

Surgery for someone. Feel sure all will go fine.

(The class is at Joy's house; her mother Sara also attends. Joe is Joy's father/Sara's husband. He's having vein surgery on one leg this day and on the other leg tomorrow.)

8:40 a.m. Wednesday, September 5.

Wednesday morning Bible class starts again today!

Nice to study with friends. I'll soon be on my way!

(This one's only during the school year. We meet in a room at the Huffman church house. Not sure what we’d be studying, but I found out when I got there! It’s a book about the conquest of Canaan and the Israelite judges.)

9:55 a.m. Thursday, September 6.

When I wake up choking, I take half a Claritin.

Store brand works just as fine, 'til I breathe easy again.

(Crazy weather! Also felt like someone hit me in the eye - at least it's my left eye. As I was posting that, the temperature was 75 and the humidity was 80%.)

9:05 a.m. Friday, September 7.

You probably have some friends who I don't like,

and I probably have some of whom you're not fond.

But neither of us should try to control the other

Much better that we could be friends and have a close bond.

(I wrote that in a few minutes the previous day after someone called to tell me that she was unfriending me because of some people I am friends with on Facebook.)

9:33 a.m. Saturday, September 8.

Saturday is here again, but most days I just yawn.

I retired in twenty-ten. Don't get up 'fore dawn.

(For my last job, I had to ride the paratransit bus. My driver was usually at my house about 6 a.m. to get me to work by 7:30.)

8:09 a.m. Sunday, September 9.

Sunday morning, worship again –

all together, both women and men.

Not separated, as some churches do.

God is Creator, and He'll see us through.

9:25 a.m. Monday, September 10.

Got a big sty in my eye -
hurts, oh my! Makes me cry!

(The lady who sits near me at worship is the one who spotted the problem - a big white blog on the inside of my lower left eyelid. I haven't had a sty in "ages".)

9:05 a.m. Monday, September 11.

The weather has changed. The humidity's high.
The temperature's nice, but the ''fog'' hurts my eye.
It's somewhat like wading - drops hang in the air,
but at least things are cooler, and the mist will soon clear.

FACEBOOK Poems - part 9

9:20 a.m. Tuesday, August 28, 2012.

God made the rules. He gives the test.
For every day, I'll do my best.

8:35 a.m. Wednesday, August 29.

Writing a poem a day is really hard.

Lets you and me know I'm not much of a bard!

9:50 a.m. Thursday, August 30.

Can't believe how late I stayed up last night, reading!

To bed at 3:45!

Wasn't long before the sun this morning woke me,

So I'm not "lively" but yeah, I'm alive.

8:52 a.m. Friday, August 31.

I had a good night; hope you did, too.

Weather looks like it'll be a nice day.

Pat's coming over - she's a real good friend.

We're going to lunch and to Lifeway.

9:48 a.m. Saturday, September 1, 2012.

So many books, so little time - so much yarn to crochet!

When I die, I'll have a book or a hook in my hand

When my body's put into the clay!

But I learn from books, and I crochet things,

And both help me to unwind.

I'm content with my lot and here I'll stay,

Until God calls me home in His time.

8:00 a.m. Sunday, September 2.

The Amish are called the "Plain" people.

I've been reading about them awhile.

Mostly they seem contented.

No matter what happens, they smile.

Daily they read their Bibles. Daily they also pray.

They work unattached to the outside.

Shouldn't we all be somewhat that way?

(written in a few minutes on Saturday, August 25)

9:10 a.m. Monday, September 3.

I know the sun is shining, and that it's shining here,
but there's a really thick cloud cover. Today is storming and drear.
Cannot see the sun, tho' time is after nine.
It’s raining steady, gloomy, but with God, the day is fine.

(So it's not one of my best. I wrote it as I was posting it. When the rain let up a little, I brought in the day's newspaper. Sugar melts; salt lumps. I'm not sugar, so I'm OK!)

FACEBOOK Poems - part 8

7:55 a.m. Monday, August 20, 2012.

''Be it ever so humble'', so says the song -

tho' mine is real messy, ''there's no place like home'.

... and it's where I belong.

(From Wikipedia: The lyrics to the song: "Home, Sweet Home" were written by John Howard Payne and the music composed by Sir Henry Bishop, in 1823.)

8:42 a.m. Tuesday, August 21.

Every family has some: clueless uncles and goofy aunts ...
so if I'm too old to be your honey,
I'd still like to join you for a meal or a dance!

(written in less than 10 minutes on Friday, August 10)

9:35 a.m. Wednesday, August 22.

Been up awhile - better go eat.

Strawberry ice cream - that's my treat!

9:05 a.m. Thursday, August 23.

Death and taxes and bugs and bills -

Daily with me and always will.

But I'm thankful for other things -

I'm alive so my heart mostly sings!

While I'm still breathing, I know I can cope

With all of my problems, and I still have hope.

Thank you, God, for forgiveness when I stray.

I know I'll be blessed with Heaven one day,

(written in about 10 minutes late the previous day)

8:20 a.m. Friday, August 24.

Love is patient so while I'm living -

I know God is love - patient and forgiving.

8:15 a.m. Sunday, August 26.

Why are some people nasty? Why do some like to control?
Don't they know when they hurt others,

it also leaves them in the cold?
I know God knows what goes on, and that He cares for me,
but when a friend becomes hateful,
I wish my brain had a ''delete'' key.

Such meanness is like a virus that eats inside my brain.

Please, God, remind me to praise you,
Please God, take away my pain.

(written in about 10 minutes the previous evening.)

8:50 a.m. Monday, August 27.

Oh how terrible to be sick, especially on Sunday morning -

Can't chance exposing others, so I'll stay in bed, a'groaning.

(written especially for Joyce Brumbeloe, who was sick the previous day and unable to make it to worship.)

FACEBOOK Poems - part 7

9:45 a.m. Tuesday, August 14, 2012.

I was up but the internet was down. That's why I didn't check in.
I did some other stuff, and as you can tell, I'm finally on line again.

8:55 a.m. Wednesday, August 15.

Crocheting and reading are my pastimes. The house will be here when I'm not.

I pity my friend who will handle my things ... getting rid of all the stuff that I've got!

7:50 a.m. Thursday, August 16.

Today I think I'll ride the bus. The weather's not quite so hot.

There's a grocery about 4 miles away. The store's name is Save-a-lot.

10:03 p.m. Thursday, August 16.

Supper for mosquitoes - that's what I became.

I wanted to stay out on my porch,

But my arms began to feel a'flame!

I came in and smeared on some stuff.

I also took some meds.

My arms are still hurting real badly

so I'm going real early to bed.

9:25 a.m. Friday, August 17.

Need calamine lotion, took benedryl. Wish I didn't have to take a pill!

Still itchy arms from skeeter bites, but I'm alive ... guess I'm all right.

9:30 a.m. Saturday, August 18.

To bed after midnight, I woke up late - of course.

"Checkin' in" as usual, feelin' no remorse!

Sure I get a bit lonesome sometimes, but think of this:

I keep what hours I want to.

I get up when I want to.

I eat when I want to.

I go to bed when I want to.

Last night I went to bed about 2 a.m., and got up today about 8 a.m.

8:15 a.m. Sunday, August 19.

When it comes to preaching,

there's so much to be done here at home.

But I pray God's special blessings

on those who decide to roam.

Some friends of mine - the Buchanans –

Four children and Debbie and James -
are leaving tomorrow for South Africa,

going to work for Jesus' Name.
 

So friends, I'll be praying for you –

praying you're wonderfully blessed,

as you work for Christ in His Kingdom.

God speed. I wish you the best. 

FACEBOOK Poems - part 6

8:14 a.m. Sunday, August 5, 2012.

I'm going to worship God today. It won't be from my home.

Encouraging one another cannot be done alone.

(Bible study starts at 9:30, worship service at 10:30 for about an hour, then another hour beginning at 5 p.m. Wish you were here and could be with me. I figure if a person can go to the store for a couple hours on Saturday and to work for 8+ hours on Monday, that they can go to a church house for a few hours on Sunday.)

9:15 a.m. Monday, August 6.

Awake again. O happy day. I love the peace and quiet.

I thank God that I am so blessed with more time to get things right.

8:10 a.m. Tuesday, August 7.

A Bible class again today --

Study God's Word so I'm less to stray.

9:15 a.m. Wednesday, August 8.

The separation we call death is hard, no matter when,

But it's easier if that one's a Christian, knowing we'll see them once again.

(I wrote this in less than 10 minutes Thursday, July 26, in anticipation of Chester Campbell's passing. Joyce Brumbeloe, her daughter Tina Howard, Eunice Davis, and I rode together to the viewing at noon and funeral at 1:00. Sad that Chester's no longer with us, but he's with someone better. When we wave goodbye from this shore, others are welcoming him on that better shore.)

9:10 a.m. Thursday, August 9.

Back when I was in my 40s, I rode a motorbike.
And for years, I was a radio DJ! I've had an interesting life.
College, marriage, and divorce, But most importantly:
I'm a Christian, and I worship God. That counts - eternally.

9:40 a.m. Friday, August 10.

I don't know how long for me that I can keep this going -

Writing poems every day and make them not too boring.

8:55 a.m. Saturday, August 11.

A year ago this morning, my family and I had to weep.

Angels I'm sure welcomed Mother,

as she passed from this life in her sleep.

8:15 a.m. Sunday, August 12. 

It's hard to let a good friend go,but death comes, ready or not.

We'd better live as God commands because this life is all we’ve got.

(I'm going to worship God this morning at the church house, to be encouraged and hopefully to encourage others. Where are YOU going today?)

8:33 a.m. Monday, August 13.

I'm up so now will get my hooks -

Crochet some and read some books.

FACEBOOK Poems - part 5

8:20 a.m. Friday, July 27, 2012.

Sometimes I don't know what to write.

Just say I made it another night.

8:55 a.m. Saturday, July 28.

I can't drive and I live alone,

So most of the time, I'm stuck at home.

But I have friends I thank God for,

And today with friends, I'll be out the door!

(Pat will be over for a few minutes with 2 books the Tuesday morning ladies' Bible class will consider using, then Stephanie's coming over later and will help me with a few things, and we'll go to Michael's and to Chick-Fil-A. Yes!!!)

8:20 a.m. Sunday, July 29.

Decisions, decisions af styles and of hues -

I'm too many clothes. It's a bit hard to choose.

7:45 a.m. Monday, July 30.

This morning I plan to walk to the store.

When I get back, I'll tell you more.

8:35 a.m. Tuesday, July 31.

Thundering rumbles before sun-up,

Two days now this week.

The porch is all wet from the rain blowing in -

But at least the roof doesn't leak!

7:50 a.m. Wednesday, August 1.

Going out for breakfast at Chick-Fil-A.

Supporting what they stand for, particularly today!

7:50 a.m. Thursday, August 2.

I wonder if I'm clucking in any way,

After eating more "chikin" yesterday!

I ate breakfast and supper at Chick-Fil-A,

Both times with friends! Yeah, that's OK!

8:35 a.m. Friday, August 3.

Mosquitoes are needling, I'm what they hit.

I know now that I'm sweet and that's why I'm bit!

Didn't think I was tasty but 'squitos don't like sour things.

They fill up with my blood. My legs and arms sting!

9:00 a.m.  Saturday, August 4.

I was up after midnight - Reading 3 books -

Making 2 things with my crochet hooks.

(Books: "Holy Fool" by Harold Fickett, "The Princess Bride" – it was a story long before it was a movie, and the one I mentioned earlier, with each chapter written by a chef of true happening in a restaurant: "Don't Try This at Home" … crocheting: a fancy scarf and a simple shrug,)

FACEBOOK Poems - part 4

Morning, Friday, July 20, 2012.

Yesterday when the mail carrier came,

I was sitting on my porch.

She hollered at me: "Are you yarning?"

I laughed and said, "Yes, of course!"

I'd never thought of it as "yarning".

I crochet and sometimes I knit.

In my mind, I sometimes "spin a yarn".

I think, and do more than just sit.

In my quiet time, while on my porch swing,

God's Word's often on my mind –

And with each stitch, I count my blessings.

How do you spend your quiet time?

(I wrote that in maybe 10 minutes about 4:30 the previous day. Yes, I was on my porch swing, crocheting - and alternately reading a ladies' Bible class lesson book. Sometimes my hands and fingers get tired from the "yarning" and I have to give them a rest. A lot of yarn I buy does come by USPS so the carrier has been onto my porch when I've been making things.)

8:30 a.m. Saturday. July 21.

It's Saturday. I'm "checking in" –

Heading for my porch with crochet hooks and pen.

7:45 a.m.Sunday. July 22.

This is the Lord's Day. I'll soon be on my way

To worship and to pray. I'll try to never stray.

7:45 a.m.Monday. July 23.

I do not care so much for looks. I know that I'm not pretty.

I'd rather one like me 'cause they think I'm interesting, kind, and witty.

9:05 a.m.Tuesday. July 24.

Two meetings today and both include food – I guess that'll be all right.

Morning Bible class and lunch - American Council of the Blind tonight

10:10 a.m. Wednesday, July 25.

A friend came for a short visit, so I've been up for awhile -

My day started with good conversation, with love and laughter and smiles!

(Pat came over earlier. She's the long-time friend I recently reconnected with ... comes over once a week or so and takes me to the store, and we go for lunch. Usually it's close to 4 hours; today she was here only about 30 minutes.)

8:45 a.m. Thursday, July 26.

I'm blessed today with cooling fans,

A quiet home and working hands.

FACEBOOK Poems - part 3

8:30 a.m. Thursday, July 12, 2012.

The driveway's slick to walk on. Strong winds blew down pine needles.
I'd rather that, than if 'twas blown s swarm of bees or beetles!

(That literally happened Tuesday evening with real strong winds - driveway and yard have a LOT of pine needles all over. I wrote this in about 5 minutes late the previous day. We've had a little bit of rain and more is forecast. The temperature hasn't been quite so hot.) 

9:00 a.m. Friday, July 13.

I made it through another night.

A brand new day. I'll live it right.

7:40 a.m. Saturday, July 14.

I'll be gone today - no crochet or knitting.
I'll be helping friends. I'll be ''sister sitting''.

Miz Rena is about 91 years, and mostly is OK.

Her son-in-law and daughter will be gone today.

Miz Rena's mind is mostly sharp, and physically, she's better than me.

So we'll watch after each other, all day - happily.

8:05 a.m. Sunday, July 15.

This is the day that God has made.

I'll thank God and I'll pray.

The sun peeks in though blinds are closed.

I'm up and soon on my way.

(Yes, God made EVERY day, but this is Sunday, and I'll be "on my way" to worship shortly. I hope you are going to be worshipping God today, too!)

8:30 a.m. Monday, July 16.

Yes, it's still hot. The flowers fade.

I stay inside behind closed shades.

8:35 a.m. Tuesday, July 17.

Every Tuesday, a Bible class.

I enjoy it much. The time goes fast.

9:15 a.m. Wednesday, July 18.

I'm up. I'm OK. I'm checking in.

Thanks for caring. How have YOU been?

8:50 a.m. Thursday, July 19.
My tastes are real varied. I like lots of things,
Right now, here's what's on my porch:
Books about trains and about hearing loss, 
Potting soil and yarn and scissors -
Dishes, newspapers, too -
What I need is a big trash can -
To toss the stuff when I am through!
(written Friday afternoon, July 13).

FACEBOOK Poems - part 2

7:50 a.m. Sunday, July 1, 2012.

If the world WAS small, the church would be small, too,
and I wouldn't have many friends. I'm blessed that my friend is YOU!

9:45 a.m. Thursday, July 5.

Don't always depend on my little rhymes.
I think up some good 'n's, but some aren't so fine!

7:45 a.m. Friday, July 6.

I slept lousy. I feel rough.

I'm alive. Guess that's enough.

8:45 a.m. Saturday, July 7,

My eyes, my ears, my cheeks, my nose, my teeth, yeah, they all hurt!

I feel like I've been hit by a truck that's dumped a load of dirt!

I figure all these allergies are caused by crazy weather.

I hope I do not drown from it. I hope I soon get better!

(written in about 5 minutes late the previous night because I dreaded lying down!)

8:15 a.m. Sunday, July 8.

I attend worship on this Lord's Day.

I'm glad I can, here in the USA.

10 a.m. Monday, July 9.

It's Monday morning and yes, I'm up.

Beans to eat and water to sup.

8:15 a.m. Tuesday, July 10.

Ladies' Bible class this morn - I'm going to miss today.

Still trying to feel not so bad. Allergies, go away!

8:45 a.m. Wednesday, July 11.

I'm starting to feel human - Oh yes, just a little -

I'll never be fine - but just fit as a bass fiddle!

(For those of you who don't know much about music - "bass" here is pronounced "base", like the first part of "basement", not like the fish. And you can look for a picture of a bass fiddle! LOL!)

I wrote this in a few minutes on July 11, and posted it on my sister's Facebook page at 12:01 a.m. on July 12, her 65th birthday:

Happy Birthday, my sister. I hope that you are well,

And that you are happy, and live long with much to tell!

I pray for you daily, that you'll always worship God,

Because that's more important than birthdays, after life on earth's been trod.

So even though this little poem is my only gift to you:

May you be satisfied and content whether years are long or few.

Happy Birthday and many more. Be blessed, no matter what's in store.

FACEBOOK Poems - part 1

Once when a good friend hadn’t heard from me by email, text, phone, or on Facebook, she was worried. Thus I decided that, whenever possible, the first thing I’d do each morning when I got up and turned on the computer would be to post a little poem. The first one was on June 14, 2012. A few times I was unable to post something because either the internet connection was down, or because I was on a train or bus!

So for what it’s worth, I’ll start posting these by groups of a week or so. Some are pretty good; some are merely “checking in”. Most are real short.

8:30 a.m. Thursday, June 14, 2012..

Good morning! I'm blessed, though my house is a mess.
Sending hugs on the way, that you've blessed, too, today!

8:20 a.m. Friday, June 15.

Let's rejoice and pray. Thank God for today -
Blue skies, not gray. It's beautiful, I say!

8:40 a.m. Saturday, June 16.

"It's a small world after all". I say, "No, it's not.
It's a really great big world. I love the MANY friends I've got!"

8 a.m. Monday, June 18.
Yes, I'm up. How about you?

Gotta a whole lot of things to do!

7:15 a.m. Tuesday, June 19.

Good morning! Good-bye! Amtrak's how I "fly"!

The "Crescent" comes through. I'll be on it, too!

Gotta get crackin' and finish packin'.

I'll still be in touch, but not quite as much

These next few days while I'm away.

(Amtrak's "Crescent" left Birmingham at 2:24 p.m. on Tuesday, June 19. I went to Providence, RI, to the national convention of the Hearing Loss Association of America. I didn't have a way to post anything the next day because I was on the train and had no wi-fi. Also, all I had while I was gone was my Nook Color and even though I had wi-fi, using Facebook with that was a pain, so I didn't try to post while I was gone. I got home Tuesday afternoon, June 26.)

8:45 a.m. Thursday, June 28.

I made it just fine on Amtrak's main line.

Rhode Island I was in - a few days with some friends!

9:30 a.m. Friday, June 29.

I'm up and moving. I'll stay inside.

Forecast is HOT. Outside, I'd fry.

7:45 a.m. Saturday, June 30.

Another day of 100 degrees.

We complain when it's hot. We complain when we freeze.

MUSIC at NIGHT

Never been busking but I almost did –
Out with a friend – opened up the lids

of his guitar case and my autoharp –
A late night snack in Tampa's Hyde Park.

We ate a bit then strummed some songs.
A child came over like he belonged!
Could’ve made some money but we were playing for fun –

just some music to wind down when our work day was done.

He started playing a progression of chords.
I started humming then singing some words.
He sang one song and I sang another,
but the two went together, like bread and butter!

''Blue skies and teardrops'' is what he sang.
My mind brought the words to ''Find a ring''!
The Kingston Trio did the one, obscure.
Perry Como sang a “round” – a hit, for sure!

Just reminiscing – oh, what a day

When I could go jammin’, to sing and to play!

Miss all the music, so now I just write –

Bringing tears to my eyes, remembering singing all night! 

- by Netagene, September 1, 2012 - I wrote this in a few minutes a little while ago. The friend I was with was Jules Lee Paulet, a Tampa singer/songwriter/musician/producer. We met at a jam session. He was singing the Gordon Lightfoot hit: "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald", forgot a few words and, surprisingly, I knew them. There is a pun in the 4th verse. The song title is actually "Round and Round".