Leap Day

Made up of all the stolen minutes
Gathered in a year
Until 24 hours are collected.
A day out of time
A day that doesn't count
A day to do anything
Out of the ordinary.
A day to take
A leap of faith.

Snow potential
Potentially exciting the kids.
Like flakes dancing in their veins
The blood pulses and swirls
Causing all kinds of traffic problems
Like a pile up on the highway
We have side swipes and head ons
Wipe outs and white outs.
Maybe we'll have a snow day!

Decorah Iowa Eagles

2 eggs +1 egg = 3 eggs
She laid another one
Over the weekend!
Last year the kids named them
Snap Crackle and Pop.
This year one of them
Will be named Bob
In honor of February 20th.
Check them out at
http://www.ustream.tv/decoraheagles

And the Oscar goes to...

Johnny for his tardy excuses

Jane for her Princess performance

Joe for his astonishing sound effects

Judy for her humming soundtrack

Jill for being the animated feature

Josh for creative editing with red pencil

Jean for too much make up

And as teacher

I think I should at least get best director!

The dog on the corner

Pacing his fence

Counting off pedestrians

Bark by bark.

A snow path in the yard

Mapping out

His daily activities.

It's a dog's life.

Squirrel tracks on the roof

Tightrope walking acrobat

Flying across phone wires

Sending messages

In their chatter

As they scurry in their busy lives.

Cats lazing in the sun

They know the best way

To spend a sunny Saturday.

TGIF

A long week for a 4 day week.

Overloaded before

The kids even get here.

Tired and crabby

I need to visualize

The zen of Ativan.

I'm not as good a nurse.
I have no "patience"
When it's beyond my control.
I hate not being at your best
With sickness keeping you down.
My sympathy is strained.
I can't wait until
Gary gets back to himself
And over his cold!

Ash Wednesday

A reminder
To keep us grounded.
A sign of our humanity.
A symbol of faith.

Fat Tuesday
Is Monday this week
After a nice long weekend.

There's something about the slow creep

Of the sun as it peeks over the horizon

Throws back the grey blankets

Revealing pink pajamas

To start the day!

Lake Pepin

Gone fishin'

For wishes and dreams.

Dipping my soul

Into the lake and catching

The magic and power

Of water.

Rebirth and baptism

In the fresh clean waves.

Mystery and adventure

In its unseen depths.

Freedom and release

In the buoyant horizon.

Comfort and safety

In my old worn boat.

My body didn't quite get the message
I'm suppose to be well.
My hair isn't growing fast enough
Though I finally have some eyelashes
On which to put mascara.
My fingernails aren't coming back quick enough
Though I think they're done falling off.
My feet won't stop tingling
But I'm walking more every day.
My emotions are still all over the place
Still nothing a little Ativan can't cure.
And my sweet tooth came back
With a vengeance
to make up for the 20 pounds it lost.
I guess I'd better send another memo
And hope my body does it's part.

TGIF

A long weekend
And Mancini's.
Much to look forward to.

PT

A little prod here

A little nudge there

And muscles that

Haven't seen action

In 7 months

Strain and stretch

To hold my tired body up.

Only a few months until

Golf season!

Colds and sinus
Floaters and flashes
Pressure building
Call the eye Doctor.

Happy Valentine's Day
I love you!

The Common Cold

The fuzzy head of a cold
Is like chemo brain.
With nasal drip
Instead of chemicals
Clogging your mind.
The slow reflexes
And raspy throat
Are vaguely reminiscent
Of the drug induced stupor
And the need for sleep.
But hopefully
This will only last a week.

The trees are on fire

With the sunrise.

The tip top branches

Sizzling like bacon

In a pan.

Till the pink clouds

Smother the sun

And put out the blaze.

The clear blue sky

Hides the bone chilling cold.

The deception of sunshine

Tempts us into

Winter's maw.

The Play 1968

1968 was a momentous year
For a 13 year old.
Who knew the world around me
Was changing too.
Growing pains
Fashion change
New ideas
Old habits
Throwing off times
That no longer fit
Embracing passion
And adventure
Seeing into the future
With a nod to the past.

Circling the moon

And coming home.

Wednesday Morning 3 AM

The world at 3:00 AM
Is a strangely different place.
Noises echo louder.
Covers shrink.
Fabric scratch and annoy.
The gentle moonlight
Pierces the room
Like a neon sign.
The minutes drag by
As you watch the time
Creep closer to the alarm.
Until you finally dose
And it's time to get up.

The Ego Centric World of Cancer

Running on adrenaline
Heart pumping
Brain draining
Survival mode
It's like waking up
And realizing
There are other things going on!

Tuesday
Waiting by the phone
Is the hardest part
It takes more patience
Requires more strength
As your imagination
Make incredible demands.

Tuesday PM

Fortunately, I passed the test

And can now imagine better things!

Sunday Monday
Too late for the weekend
But I'll take the sun any day.
Warm rays brightening
Even the dreariest Monday.

Super Sunday

Any day
To laze around
And enjoy the day.

Crystal clear
A magnifying glass
Through which to view
Delicate branches
Dipped in snow
A reflection of
The surrounding winter.
Stark black and white
Creating colors
And textures.
Soft ermine fur
Draping frosted trees.

No Fair

The ups and downs
The highs of good days
And lows of Appointments
I can't do this
Roller coaster anymore
I want off.

Many Strong

And Beautiful Women

The picture in my surgeon office

At my check up today.

I'm feeling stronger

And more beautiful!

Wednesday Meetings

Maybe it's the time of day
Or maybe the time of year
But one more thing to do
One more project to complete
Will be too many
And result in meeting
More Ativan.