Infiltrating Jimmy’s Dreams.

Can’t seem to compose anything of substance at the moment. Love, anger, relationships, weather and my usual topics don’t seem to be resulting in any worthwhile poems. So, here’s a piece about my total lack of inspiration. YAY!

Poem describing how being mobility challenged affects even the smallest household chores.

I was just wondering why I never have enough time to do all that I want to do on my computer even though I have retired.

The mystery of the ages finally revealed.

I don’t know about you and your marriage. But I can honestly say that my husband is driving me crazy. And not in the big things, but the little ones that send me over the edge. Here’s my story.

My to Do List – Kept my word and found happiness.

Poetry, humor, housework, life.

Goodness, it is already six thirty. Where did the time go? Kim runs upstairs to wake Bob, her husband, and the two children Jenny and Johnny. They protest but to no avail. Soon all of them are up and going about their tasks of washing up. Kim helps little Johnny, who is only four years old, brush his teeth and wash his face, Jenny, who is already secondary one can cope on her own.

A poem in honor of Spring cleaning. Yuck.