Unknowns and Whatevers Part I
Frugal mode
Tighten the old belt
Another hole
Tighten the old belt
Another hole
Again
Can I go
Six months
Between haircuts?
Live on whatever’s
In my cupboards
Until they are bare?
I’ve quit
Subscriptions
(except internet)
TV antenna is my friend
Roommate?
Been there
Done that
No like strangers
In my kitchen
Done that
No like strangers
In my kitchen
Or do I take
A flying leap
Of faith?
That it will be
All right
A passport
Away, away
Away, away
Fly
Far
Very far
Take a step
Breathe
Dream
Dream
And smile
I can handle
I will handle
I do handle
Whatevers
“I have more than enough of everything I could possibly want or need.” Words to live by. Hang in there girl. 🙂
Beautiful! What a difference a year has made.
How is Luke?
I must wrote a great response, but lost it so now I am crabby! Great picture of you!
Great pictures and I loved the poem. Yes, grown sons can be great huh?
Sue – It’s not that I’m feeling hardship really or that I’m not happy with what I have. It’s discomfort over losing ground every month. Trying to turn the tide or just accept it may be this way for awhile.
Lori – Luke news will be in “Part II”. It was too much for one post.
Kathleen – You poor thing… I’m sure it was brilliant.
Cousin B – Thanks. How did you know he was the person I want to visit? Very intuitive.
Beautiful poem. I feel that way sometimes. You are so good with words.
I, too, am worrying about Luke. I’m thinking of you.