Something a little different from MLMM for the wordle this week.
Mither (make a fuss, moan)
To dither or mither causes Patience to wither,
And under rocks slither.
Replace it with Hope
And tether it with rope,
Don’t let it it cower,
Far and wide lands to scour,
It has scope as a flower
To adorn the highest tower.
When I saw this today I thought of a quip my Dad used to say:
What’s that on the road ahead?
What’s that on the road? A head?
Sorry, short and sweet today.
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I’ve put on two pounds this week, so back within my target parameters but still under my target weight.
Now that that’s out of the way, I can concentrate on other things.
My SW friend who joined the same night as me greeted me with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. I was pleased beyond belief and a lot of the ladies are rooting for me there too.
It’s so nice to feel so loved.
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For visually challenged writers, the image shows the silhouette of a man standing on a bridge reflected on the concrete below.
How many had come and stood on this gantry lost in thought or plagued by them?
Fell, jumped or pushed?
Though fading, the marks are still there, questions posed and supposition in response.
No, he would not add to this.
He crumpled the letter in his pocket, turned on his heel, and walked away.
Hubby had an early eye appointment today so we were up with the lark as it was a 35 mile drive and we wanted to miss the traffic/rush hour.
As is always the case if we have to be up early, I don’t sleep well always fearful of not hearing the alarm or sleeping late, so I’ve been awake since 5.30 having catnapped all night.
We therefore arrived well over an hour ahead of his appointment time, but luckily the coffee shop was open so it was a bacon roll and coffee to ‘pass the time’.
His diagnosis is straightforward and there is nothing wrong with the tear ducts that would warrant surgery (hurrah!) with treatment being self administered. Armed with eye wipes, eye wash and baby shampoo, we now have all the ingredients to bathe his eyes and stimulate the tear ducts to make him cry. I could have smashed him in the face and it would have had the same result, but this is less painful.
Your words for today were precious, bottom, meek
Born to her late in life, he was precious and could do no wrong, but she was on to him. Refusing to believe the meek and mild demeanor of childish innocence, she pulled him across her knee and smacked him on his bottom. Then she burst into tears with guilt!