a gift from Sister

This and That

 Sister brought a mouse
to the door of the house
as proud as she could be.

Thank you, dear Sister,
dashing up through the mist
early this morning.

Quite without warning
with no sign of mourning,
But we are duly impressed.

Your prowess with a mouse  
is a valuable resource
but please…a bit more remorse!

(©Sometimes, 2021)

19 thoughts on “a gift from Sister”

    1. cats are such fun. Sister insisted on jumping into my beading apparatus box, laying on beads, scissors, thread, etc…when she came in from outside drenched with rain.

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      2. My photo of the inside of a lily recently…I thought it was hilarious: the four stamen with the yellow pollen reminded me of a family unit with remarkable “blonde hair.” I captioned it “family genes” or something like that…a little joke … get it… genes, pollen? The problem…unless the photo is magnified a lot, the “resemblence” doesn’t show clearly…and it just looks like one of my lily-inside-shots. Two issues: I couldn’t get a copy magnified to my liking; and nobody got the “joke” they just “liked it.” groan… Maybe the caption was too subtle? If ya have to explain a joke, forget it 🙂

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      3. I’m sorry I missed your joke. I’ve had deteriorating eyesight. Right now I’m looking at the screen one-eyed, because I had a cataract removed this morning. I hope to see much better in a couple of weeks.

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      4. You had one cataract removed? I had both done at once long ago, and I elected to have one for far vision and the other for near. I never stopped wearing my glasses because I’d had them since I was nine years old and I feel undressed without them. I have tri-focals, a pain when using the computer. I think I should have gone with my original caption “I think we have great genes!” The whole point was that the pollen on the stamen (vocabulary limit) is unusually thick and bright yellow and I wanted to point that out.

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      5. Tomorrow I’ll probably get the date for the second cataract. I knew a far and a near vision option was available, but I’ve opted for standard far vision. I currently have trifocals which worked well until the cataracts began to get in the way. It’s going to be exciting to see how things are in a month.

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      6. I do remember now that I had my cataract surgeries at different times. I think possibly the near vision option does not serve me as I thought it would. I like to read in bed, and I never wear my glasses when that close…or when I’m looking at a map.

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      8. Yes, my motto could be “work with what you got…” I started wearing glasses when I was nine years old, and should have had them several years earlier, but…who knew? When I first “could see” it was like I had stepped into another world. The older I get (just turned 87 yesterday, and I just work with what I got…which fortunately is a lot!

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      9. Happy Birthday one day late! I hope it was a super day for you. I know what you mean about stepping into another world when you can suddenly see. It happened to me, too. I put my new glasses on in the kitchen and looked toward my bedroom across the house. I said, “The bird cage is black!” I thought it had been gray.

        I’m 78 and still enjoying life. Your philosophy is good, working with what you have. You are doing a wonderful job, and that is so encouraging.

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      10. Suddenly and miraculously the trees had leaves, not just big blobs of green; and the finish on our walls had little bumps, which I never knew existed.

        One of my soninlaw’s is nearing 70, and he is convinced that his life is over…he lays around crying (sometimes literally) about how old he is. If ya think you’re old than you are old! That’s not to disparage using a cane, which I am trying to carry around with me constantly…it can’t do me any good if it is hiding someplace. If I have to use a walker (I do have one in the bathroom for getting in and out of the bathtub) when I have to. I despise hearing people complain about how old they are.

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      1. I tried writing poetry for a very short while when I was about 18 years old. I always wondered why I quit. Now I know. They made no sense. Let’s have a good laugh together. We must be two of a kind!

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