SEPTEMBER SONG

Another Monday, and a chance to do some errands that couldn't be done this weekend. Yesterday was "Grandparents Day" according to my wall calendar and the one I have on the computer. Between us, Rhoda and I have six grandchildren that we know of, but I waited at the mailbox all day in vain for the Hallmark Cards. Then I realized it was Sunday and no mail delivery so I came back upstairs...or upelevator. Oh, well, I guess all the cards will come pouring in today. I mention "Hallmark" because I don't expect the grandkids to send any of those 50% off cheap cards with the doggerel poems. I know they will acknowledge Grandparents Day because I know we have grandkids out there somewhere.

Rhoda went to her usual aerobics class at the clubhouse this morning. Man, she is a bundle of energy. I don't know how she does it, considering she weighs about 98 lbs. Well, maybe a little less, a trifle more?
She has "errands" to do most every day of the week...and household chores: make the beds, do the laundry, put away the chatckas, go to the dry cleaners, return books to the library, take something out of the freezer for dinner, go to a City of Hope meeting, send out birthday and/or anniversary cards, lunch with the girls, play cards on Tuesdays and Mondays, bowl on Fridays, and on Thursdays even I get to meet with her for a movie or mall or grocery shopping...unless of course she or I have a doctor's appointment. And besides all of this, she has to fill our pill boxes with a cornucopia of colored and myriad shaped medications every week. And...this is HUGE--she will be inducted as President of the City of Hope organization on September 24 (which will make me First Gentleman). Then shortly thereafter, on October 4, she will be getting cataract surgery. Incidentally donations to the City of Hope in honor of her induction will be gratefully accepted. The City of Hope is a charitable organization which amasses funds to support cancer research conducted in the wonderful COH hospital in California.

( Two reviews of my poem, "And so...Farewell" from poets.com:

I liked how it sounded like it was part of Shakespeare, and how the words flowed with eaase. Great! Keep it up the great work. May God, keep you safe while you are abroud. Rspectfully, Reviewer: artistsevenseals * * * * *

How beautifully written this poem is such a nostalgic quality Reviewer: poewriter57 * * * * *)