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I read the news today, oh boy!
In the realm of news, a curious blend, Where tales unfold, a world to comprehend.
A BBC editor, oh what a twist, Falsely reports, a journalistic tryst. No regrets to be found, just a poker face, In Gaza’s tale, truth loses its grace.
Poisonous cantaloupes, a deadly surprise, Claiming two victims, under fruity skies. Beware the melons, sweet but venomous, A fruit salad turned dangerous, oh how ludicrous!
Dictator Kim Jong Un, a man of might, Losing his hair, a follicular fight. Nukes and threats aside, a follicle’s demise, Even dictators face hair’s sad goodbyes.
City mayor on a climate quest, Around the world, with zeal, she invests. But in her city, crime takes the lead, A paradoxical tale, oh the irony indeed.
El Nino dances, a weathered spree, In Hawaii, waves of the fifties we see. Not in age, but in heights untold, A weather anomaly, a story to unfold.
And you, dear reader, in your cozy space, Thermostat set, yet a chilly embrace. Seventy-four degrees, a deceptive friend, As you shiver, pondering irony’s bend.
In this news symphony, a comedic play, Where truths and tales whimsically sway. From false reports to deadly fruit, In this world we navigate, a curious pursuit.
Sunday Reflections: Embracing Quietude and Gratitude
The gentle rhythm of Sunday has arrived, carrying with it a blanket of tranquility. I’ve been quiet lately, not so much from a lack of words but from an abundance of weariness. My own posts, once a source of joy and expression, now seem dull and uninspiring. The allure of fiction has faded, and even poetry, with its lyrical cadence, holds little charm.
This subdued state, I’ve come to realize, is a whisper of mild depression. Yet, the mere mention of it to medical professionals triggers an avalanche of prescription drugs, a quick fix that leaves me yearning for a more natural approach. I prefer the gentle cadence of nature’s healing touch, a slow walk through sun-dappled glades, a soothing breeze caressing my face.
Among the myriad medications I’ve been prescribed, one stands out, a beacon of hope amidst the fog of malaise. When I neglect to take it, the world turns bleak, a stark reminder of its importance. This realization has instilled in me a newfound responsibility towards my own well-being.
As I sit before the glowing screen, the familiar cursor blinking impatiently, a pang of guilt washes over me. The words I seek seem trapped, refusing to flow freely from my fingertips. This technique, once a reliable remedy for writer’s block, has lost its magic. Perhaps it’s the lack of movement, the stillness of my surroundings, that hinders my creativity. It’s challenging to craft words when my life itself is in a state of stasis.
My dear wife, Snookums, soldiers on with remarkable resilience, her spirit undimmed by the trials she faces. She’s embarked on a clinical trial, testing a drug that promises to slow the relentless deterioration of her condition, even reversing it in some cases. Yet, progress is measured in millimeters, and definitive proof remains elusive. Despite the uncertainty, I cherish her infectious humor, her ability to find joy amidst the shadows. Laughter, I’ve discovered, is a potent balm for the soul.
The days slip by like a blur, each one a picket fence post flashing past, a reminder that the final one is approaching. I don’t fear that inevitable day; it will arrive when it’s meant to, and I’ll depart without a backward glance. Or so I hope.
As we embark on this Thanksgiving week, let us pause, reflect on our blessings, and savor the simple joys that life has to offer. May this Sunday be a day of peace, contentment, and renewed hope.
Good morning, and may the day unfold with kindness and grace.
g.
Reflections of an Evolving Morning
The day dawns, marking the fourth consecutive morning I’ve awakened with a semblance of human vitality, albeit a significantly diminished one. Snookums, my beloved companion, had already risen and was seated at the table, her fingers tenderly embracing a warm mug of coffee. A chill lingered in the air, prompting me to adjust the thermostat a few degrees before preparing my morning brew.
Coffee, once a source of immense pleasure, has proven increasingly difficult to tolerate. To combat its bitterness, I’ve resorted to a sacrilegious act – blending it with hot chocolate or half-and-half. The notion of savoring a robustly brewed cup in the morning now seems like a distant memory.
Adaptation is the key to survival, and we adapt as we progress through life. Our morning routine unfolded as usual, punctuated by our customary exchange of lighthearted banter and repetitive anecdotes. A modest breakfast of toast and marmalade followed, after which I embarked on my Sunday ritual of restocking pillboxes and placing refill orders for essential medications.
The long-awaited rains have finally arrived, transforming our parched landscape into a vibrant oasis while the rest of the country remains barren. However, the sun’s waning strength will soon usher in the autumnal palette, signaling the impending transition. This summer, the eighth decade of my life, has been the least productive, a stark contrast to my usual industrious nature. Nevertheless, I find solace in Messiah’s understanding and acceptance of a productivity standard that differs from my own.
With age comes wisdom, a treasure trove of insights that have illuminated the once incomprehensible enigmas of my youth. These revelations have instilled in me a newfound patience and hope, qualities that eluded me for years.
Even the harrowing events unfolding in the Middle East have unveiled hidden truths. The drums of war beckon, their call echoing within my soul, yet I am no longer able to heed their summons. My physical limitations would render me a liability, not an asset. Instead, I offer my prayers for genuine peace to descend upon the warring factions, listening to the rhythmic rumble of passing cars on the highway, an odd yet comforting texture woven into the tapestry of life’s relentless ebb and flow.
Good morning to you all.
A World in Decay
Morning coffee, chilly air
My aged wife sits, unaware
Overcast and rainy skies
Air conditioners quiesce
Niece in isolation, sick
My thoughts like shattered shards so thick
Vague sadness cloaks me in its night
As news arrives, a gruesome sight
The longest grudge war of all time
Yet God and Israel remain sublime
That silence speaks of doom and dread
For those who face them, filled with lead
And I sit here, powerlessly
Watching as the world descends on me
An ominous tone, a chilling rhyme
As darkness falls on this, our time
In the Heart of a Tranquil Morning: Covid
In the heart of a tranquil morning, the sun’s golden rays caress the verdant landscape, a comforting sight as winter’s chill approaches. The tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed chocolate latte mingles with the sweet scent of lemon cake and clotted cream, a symphony of flavors that awakens the senses.
Yet, amidst this idyllic scene, an unsettling silence descends. The world, as revealed through the news, is grappling with uncertainty, its complexities echoing in the stillness of the morning. The absence of God’s voice and Israel’s silence resonate like a deafening void, a portent of impending turmoil.
The specter of Covid looms large, casting a shadow over the household. My niece, who resides with us, took a home test for Covid this morning, and the results have raised concerns. While the test indicates a positive result, it is important to note that it is just a home test and not a definitive medical diagnosis.
In the face of such uncertainty, the phrase “Que sera, sera” takes on a poignant significance. It is a surrender to the inevitable, an acknowledgment that life will unfold as it will, regardless of our desires or expectations. Yet, beneath this veneer of acceptance lies a flicker of defiance, a refusal to succumb to despair.
The world may be shrouded in uncertainty, but the beauty of the day remains undimmed. The sun continues its journey across the sky, painting the landscape with hues of gold and crimson. The grass retains its emerald hue, a testament to the resilience of nature. And the aroma of coffee and cake still fills the air, a reminder of the simple pleasures that life has to offer.
These enduring symbols of hope serve as a beacon in the midst of the storm, reminding us that even in the darkest of times, life finds a way to persevere. The human spirit, with its capacity for love, compassion, and resilience, will undoubtedly weather this storm, emerging stronger and more resilient than before.
While we await confirmation from a medical professional, we remain vigilant and supportive, preparing for any challenges that may lie ahead. The spirit of unity and resilience that binds our family will undoubtedly see us through this uncertain time.
Good morning!!
🌟 Sharing My Journey 🌟
Dear Friends and Family,
I wanted to take a moment to open up and share a bit about my personal journey. Life has its ups and downs, and right now, I’m facing the challenges of aging, frailty, and illness. It’s not always easy, but I believe in the power of God’s unwavering love and kindness, as well as the support from loved ones.
As I navigate this phase of my life, I’m reminded of the incredible strength that comes from within and the importance of cherishing every moment. The love and care I’ve received from all of you, along with God’s grace, mean the world to me, and I’m truly grateful for your presence in my life.
I’m not looking for sympathy; instead, I’m sharing this to raise awareness about the realities many of us face as we grow older. It’s a reminder that we should always cherish our health and the time we have with loved ones, guided by God’s unwavering love.
Let’s continue to support and uplift one another, celebrating life’s beauty and resilience, knowing that God’s kindness surrounds us. Your kindness and encouragement mean more to me than words can express.
Thank you for being a part of my life’s journey, and for your understanding, love, and God’s blessings.
With gratitude, George aka Rusty Armor
“Prescription Parade: A Pill-Popping Serenade”
In a world of pills and potions, let me sing a song, Of a daily prescription list, that’s just oh so long. From Xtampza to clopidogrel, it’s a merry mix, Of medications to ensure I’m in the pink of health, not sick!
Metoprolol, it’s a beat that keeps my heart in line, While HYDROmorphone, well, it’s a high I’d like to find. Ramelteon helps me sleep, like counting fluffy sheep, And warfarin thins the blood, so my veins don’t weep.
Potassium chloride for the electrolyte brigade, Amiodarone dances to a rhythm I’ve obeyed. Breztri Aerosphere, an inhaler with flair, For torsemide and atorvastatin, a breath of fresh air.
Albuterol’s the wind beneath my wheezy wings, Vitamin D2, like sunshine, the happiness it brings. Calcium carbonate, a dose of sturdy bones, And isosorbide’s the key to those pressure-prone zones.
Lantus is a hero in the sugar battle I wage, While hydrALAZINE gets the blood flowing on the stage. HumaLOG, a swift response to my sweet tooth’s call, And valsartan’s my shield against a pressure that might fall.
Fexofenadine battles sneezes, pollen’s little joke, Guaifenesin keeps the mucus in check, it’s no bloke! So here’s a salute to my daily pill parade, With humor in my heart, and health that never fades!
Now, let’s raise a glass, not of meds, but cheer, To a prescription list that keeps me bright and clear. May my health be robust, and my humor always keen, In this whimsical world of pills, and potions in between!
A bedtime announcement
In doggerel, I once took wing, But now it’s time to cease and sing.
No more rhymes will I construe, For weariness has pierced me through.
The poetry, a noble quest, A useful slog, I must confess.
Now Jenna calls for me to bed, Her wisdom’s words are widely spread.
So now I’ll rest my weary head, In slumber’s grasp, I’ll soon be led.
Goodnight, my friends, it’s time to dream, In sleep’s embrace, I’ll find my gleam.
Navigating Turbulence, Seeking Hope
“Wars and rumors of wars,” a phrase that echoes through history and the present, reminding us that the end is not yet. These words encapsulate the persistent turbulence and discord that our world grapples with, a testament to the enduring struggles faced by humanity. The cycle of conflict and the looming uncertainty weigh heavily on my mind. A mother poisoning her own baby was the coup de grâce, a stark and heartbreaking example of the world’s darkness.
Starting the day with the influx of distressing news, I encountered the harsh realities of warfare and strife. The reports of conflicts, both ongoing and anticipated, made it challenging to maintain a sense of hope and peace within.
Amidst this, I sought solace in the familiarity of routine. Breakfast was a small respite, providing a momentary escape from the tumultuous updates. Conversations with Snooks, routine medication organization, and the diversion of computer games on my PC offered brief respites, allowing me to momentarily distance myself from the weight of the world’s troubles.
As I navigate through this day, I reflect on the profound meaning behind those words. They serve as a reminder to persevere and find strength in the face of adversity, knowing that despite the ongoing conflicts, there is still hope for a better, more peaceful future.
In resilience and hope
Rusty's Armory 