NOTHING’S 100 PERCENT
But sometimes . . . . .
It can come very close,
Pictures are just rhymes,
Hints of the real dose.
Spencer’s Crest from Willamette Street
The House On The Hill,
Sits up there,
With worry nil,
Overlooking everywhere.
Where, outside the window,
Lives the conjure tree,
Where the breezes blow,
It makes its spell you can see.
Underfoot are the cancelled notes,
Of summer greenth,
Just motes,
Mid the glory of evergreenth.
Een in winter the sun bores through,
Now and then,
Nothing new,
Bringing beauty true.
From under the eaves,
The trees downhill tower,
Letting us know we are but leaves,
In life’s bower.
The House On The Hill
Most precious of all,
Where daughter and her precious fill,
The wondrous hall,
With joy, love and good will.
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Doctor’s diagnosis “rotator cuff syndrome,” she mentioned that I
should have gone in before we left town Nov. 13 and that things
wouldn’t have got worse. Starting physical therapy next Wednesday.
And if that doesn’t do the job, then comes the injection. If healing
doesn’t occur comes surgery. Most of you have been the route,
or a loved one of yours has. I do have my hopes that it will help. I had a similar
problem from a fall that got my other shoulder and results were good.
Still holding the fort with Tylenol and as much napping as I can
Accomplish.
Thanks for your kind wishes, they are muchly appreciated.