It was scary.  I had a fever.  I was shivering. I fell, and I couldn't get up.  Well, I figure that experience was worthy of a memoir or a poem, and I had fun writing the following:

WHAT HAPPENED?

There’s a TV commercial
About the lady who’s fallen
And can’t get up
It’s no joke
I’m a macho man
Worked in the garden
Weeded, mowed and mulched
Did I overdo?
 I was tired, but I felt good
Little did I know
I’d soon fall
 And couldn’t get up.

My balance has been a problem
I was told to use a cane
No, not me, the macho man
Didn’t need a cane
Until Tuesday, the 5^th of June
 I was running a fever
One hundred two point 5
I was stumbling
Almost falling
It was scary

The doctors ran tests
EKG, blood, urine, chest x-ray
Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera
With so much attention
I felt better
My temp was normal
Until later that evening
It was up again
I was stumbling again
Called the doctor
No house calls
So off to the Emerson ER
 Previous tests were duplicated
A few more added
No medical conclusions
But the night was not a total loss.
We watched TV from an ER bed
The Boston Celtics Beat the Miami Heat
To lead 3 to 2 in the championship series.
The Celtics could win the series in game 6
With the Celtic’s win
And all the attention at the ER
I felt  good. 
Had a good night
Wednesday took it easy
Watched the Red Sox
At ten pm
The chills again
Shook all over
Got under the blankets
The shivering stopped

Now here’s where I have to be creative

I don’t remember the sequence
Got up to pee, I think I made it dry
On the way to bed,
Shivered Uncontrollably
Tried to plop into bed
Missed it
Landed on the floor
Couldn’t believe it
Unhurt, but
I couldn’t get up.
Couldn’t get on my knees
Couldn’t push up.
Leona helped to no avail
So I slept on the floor

Thursday morning
No problem
I was OK
I just got up
Spent a restful day
Watched the Celtics routed
Series tied at 3
Wait till game seven
Or till next year.

Check up at the doctor’s office
Maybe a bug
Taking antibiotics
We’ll see.
No more chills
No more stumbling
Feeling better
Game 7
The Celtics lost
Maybe next year
I think I’ll make it
Not sure about the Celtics.

Mitt Romney

I know politions don't alway tell the truth.  I know poltitions change their minds, sometimes honestly.  An intelligent person will admit his mistakes and go on.  It may be a flip/flop, an "evolving" or a political expedient to satisfy a constituency.

 But, when Mitt Romney didn't remember his leadership role in the terrible beating of a gay classmate in prep school, that was an outright lie.  One doesn't forget such an experience.  Romney's classmates didn't forget.  His classmates remembered, with regret for their own participation or failure to intervene.  Yes, boys will be boys, and Romney can be forgiven for youthful indiscretions, but not for lying about it now.

I'm not voting for Romney because of the issues.  But his lying about not remembering, confirms that he is not fit to be president of the United States.

The truth is finally out.

I’M NO POET, I KNOW IT

They
Tell me I can write
Well, surely I’ve tried
I’ve written poems
 Memoirs, short stories
Nothing to crow about
I know it
They know it, too.

I’m can do some things well

I can split infinitives.
Dangle a participle
End sentences with a preposition
And when absolutely positive,
Write a double negative
I don’t know what road I’m on
Much less the road not taken
So, tell me
 Why do I write?

I was wondering.  How come America has been in so many wars.   It's a puszzlement to me.

WAR AND PEACE

Tolstoy wrote about Napoleon

An evil war mongering aggressor

I wonder what Tolstoy would write about America

Is American an evil war mongering aggressor

Of course not!

 Americans are peace loving people

America is a peace loving Nation

And yet, America has be in so many wars

The war for Independence

The war of 1812, the Mexican wars

The Indian wars, the war between the states

 The Spanish-American wars

World War I, the war to end war.

World War II, the Korean War, The war in Viet Nam

The never ending wars in Iraq and Afghanistan

Little wars in Granada, Panama, Somalia

 Lebanon, Haiti, Bosnia, Kosovo, Libya

What might Tolstoy ask?

Are Americans are a peace loving people?

Is America is a peace loving nation?