Wednesday August 10 2016  A PICTURE OF TODAY

Well, guess what.  I have written Uncle Buddy’s biography and have all the writing accomplished but it is too late to proof.  So…I will give you a picture of my day and you will see why I must go to bed.  Tomorrow I will proof, and today you will have a short reprieve.

Today was set aside to have the septic tank pumped.  It must be done every three years or we will be fined.  So I set the appointment way ahead, planned my day so I could be home all day as it was my Wednesday off from the gym.  The time for the pumping is never scheduled, just the date.

Since I was gone for a week I decided to work out a bit today to make up for time loss.  Dave and I had it worked out to cover the day.  Well, I woke up in such pain that I again called the doctor and He wanted me to come in.   After the examination the doctor suspected I might have a bleeding spleen from my fall last week.  Between blood work, x-rays of my ribs (which confirmed three very broken ribs), urine testing and a thorough investigation of the rest of my bruises and painful areas, I was set up to have an MRI done across town.  Dave rescheduled his day so he could take me and off we went.  That took up most of our afternoon.  Then I had to prepare, and eat a late lunch and did not have enough time to both write and proof a blog. 

Rather than send you a rough draft I think it is best to put some time into Uncle Buddy’s story and present something I won’t be embarrassed publishing. 

ANOTHER DAY UNPLANNED

By Kathleen Martens

August 10, 2016

So that is the day

Of my best laid plans,

To do absolutely nothing

Except to write about a man.

It is always so fun

To write the stories I write,

But I don’t always get done

Because the clock I fight.

The hands just keep ticking

And my fingers scurry

Across the keyboard licking

To type in a hurry.

And there is always a bit more

Of which I think to impart,

And proofing is a bore

From which I’d like to depart.

So perhaps tomorrow night

Will go as planned

And I will be able to write

As the day expands.

So good night dear friends.

I do hope you return,

Because a new story I’ll send

To make your ears burn.

Thank You Lord that my spleen is intact.

Thank You for people who are willing to pump septic tanks!

And thanks again for flushing toilets.

Thanks for insurance and even Medicare.

THANK YOU GOD FOR WHO YOU ARE!

Thanks for Kale.

GOOD NIGHT AND GOD BLESS YOU