Saturday, I turned 47.
A day earlier, ESR turned 20.
Monday my mom turns 72.
That’s a whole bunch of Leos.
My herd came over to visit.
I guess it was a party.
Everybody talking at once.
Girlie bouncing off the couch
My brothers called to wish me “happy aging.”
I’m having that sinking problem again.
It’s not warm enough, there’s not enough sun
I’m afraid to be seen by the neighbors.
Funny, add hormones and
my mood took a dive.
I’ve received a new medication
to add to my psychiatric cocktail
I’m still getting lost
when I drive to my doctor’s office
in the big city.
Maybe this will help with the
confusion anxiety and
diminished attention span.
I’ve been on low level
estrogen to control the
monthly agony and bloodletting
It is working.
Let it be known that on this day,
the sixth of August in the year
Two thousand and seventeen,
Something worked and I acknowledged it.
My period was
did not require diapers.
The current problem is
will my secondary insurance cover it?
It costs $150 per month.
I laughed when I heard the figure.
I decided that I wanted a
fruit cake for my birthday
My Bear found two bunt cake
molds at Goodwill
bought bananas, grapes,
oranges, pineapple, strawberry
ESR and his girlfriend, Hummingbird,
went shopping for
the missing ingredients
kiwi, blueberry and pears
Layers of fruit went into the mold
I cleared a large area in the freezer
Then I added, pineapple, pear and orange juice.
The question is
How do we get it out of the mold?
Rinse in cool water to get it to release from the mold?
It’s like the largest frozen bunt cake ever!!!