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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
Sunrise Whispers and Coffee Rituals: Tales of Love and Texas Prairie
Here we stand, united and strong after the verdict. Snooks has reached her plateau, and her resilience has been truly remarkable. The brightest aspects of her personality—the boundless cheerfulness, her graceful acceptance of the present, and her unwavering love for routine—continue to shine brightly. These qualities are more than enough. I am blessed to have my dearest Snookums by my side.
As we sat down for our morning coffee ritual today, I realized the opportunity to explore new delights to accompany our coffee. Cakes and cookies may lose their freshness, but the joy of our morning routine remains as vibrant as ever. The ritual has transformed into a celebration of my complete and wonderful Snookums.
Comparing my life to the anger and resentment directed at a small nation by a group driven by hostility towards Jews, I am reminded of the peace and contentment in our lives. I greet each day with a heart full of contentment and bid farewell with serenity.
The time for engaging in a crusade has passed for me. My world has become a serene acre of Texas prairie, where I cherish the beauty of the present and appreciate what lies before me. The tumult beyond this peaceful perimeter is beyond my concern. My purpose now is to ensure that Snooks never feels alone. I extend my heartfelt apologies, Israel, but it is others who must carry that banner now.
In this daily journal of sunrises and sunsets, I extend to you the warmest wishes for a beautiful morning. May the beauty of the day unfold before you, bringing you peace and joy.
“Morning Musings: A Journal of Press Insights and Meditative Reflections”
This morning began with an important event on the horizon – Snookums’ cognitive test. The anticipation and concern for her well-being lingered in the air. It’s a crucial day for us, as the test results would be compared to the data from the previous year, offering insight into Snookums’ cognitive health and progression.
The weather matched the mood, a somber and gloomy backdrop to the day. The gray clouds seemed to mirror the anxious thoughts swirling in my mind. It was difficult to shake off the sleepiness that clung to me, likely due to a restless night filled with a mixture of apprehension and hope.
In the larger world, the situation in Israel weighed heavily on my heart. The ongoing conflict brought a profound sense of sorrow and worry. I fervently hoped for peace and strength for those enduring the challenging times. My thoughts extended to all affected by the conflict, wishing them safety and a path to resolution and harmony.
Despite the heaviness of the morning, I greeted the day with a wish for a good morning to all. It’s in these small gestures of kindness and hope that we find the strength to face the day’s challenges and uncertainties.
Days Unmarked: Chronicles of Monandæg
Monday, or Monandæg, named after the Moon, signifies the start of a new week—the second day on the calendar. Yet, in my life, it lacks the structure of routine or the rituals that mark other days. There are no distinctive meals, no prescribed day of rest like the “LORDS day.” Instead, golden daylight filters through my blinds, a daily occurrence, warming and greeting us.
In this rhythmless existence, I’ve adapted. I’ve become akin to a floating leaf, guided by the winds of time. Days come and go without much fanfare. I might realize it’s Monday when I reach for my coffee cup and glimpse the set Shabbat table—then I know it’s Friday. But generally, days blend into one another, marked only by the changing landscape of life.
On the white board, I jot down special visits and events. Linda’s cousins coming to Waco, a medical procedure for me, tests for Linda, an appointment with the neurologist. The rota of life moves forward, with little remark or celebration.
Nevertheless, I hold on tenaciously, aware that it’s too early to give up the ghost. The winds of change blow, and events unfold. In distant Israel, a war rages—an unfortunate but anticipated chapter in a long-standing conflict. The expectations are that it may persist for weeks, until eventually, calls for peace will surface from the Muslim side. The Palestinians, in their struggle, have unleashed a potent force fueled by ancient grievances and hatred.
As I contemplate these events, I foresee a grim fate for the Palestinians. They are entangled in a web of history and hostility, and it appears that this chapter will not end favorably for them. Though Israel may face future challenges, this doesn’t seem to be the prophesied time of encirclement. We’ve heard tales of wars and rumors of wars—it’s a complex and uncertain world.
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