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Mostly Minutiae No. 19

It was 04:44 when I was awakened
by shooting pains in my right foot.
Guess it was time to get up.

Good time to pause and read the
ninety-first psalm quietly out loud.

(I’m being extra quiet; I don’t want
to wake the grand kids. Shouldn’t.
We watched a Christmas movie
until late.)

My desk lamp is on; PC sound off.
Some light may go under the door.
Pains continue. Be back. Got to

06:21. Pain hasn’t stopped. Looks
like it is time for some coffee. And,
time for two Aleve.

Bagel with chive cheese. Weekday
coffee, Maxwell House Breakfast
Blend, good and hot. Sun coming

She opened the large white window
shutters to let the day in as I sat at
the table. Kids came in ready for
another beautiful day in paradise.

Sunny, warmer than yesterday.
High winds. The kids may hike
Thunderbird later. Great day for

I was a runner for all my Army years.
Now I’m thankful my eyes open for
another sunrise. I miss running;
I miss hiking. I miss good health.

I still hope. I still have longings.
I still have desires. Yet to be seen.
And yet I’m aware of death. If you
ignore death, it doesn’t go away.

We choose to live when life isn’t
ours to choose. Life is time on
loan, a small piece of eternity.

End of the day. Foot pain spasms
continue which make no sense.
Sleep will be a bigger challenge
than usual tonight. (Aleve isn’t

My foot zapped me through lunch,
as well. Reheated the last of the
pasta. (More sauce, though.) And,
a cup of good old Lipton tea;
milky and sweet of course.

A cookie helped. I’m hoping, Lord,
your big help is on the way. Touch
me like you’ve touched so many
before me, Lord!

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Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)

I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)

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