It Was One of Those Days

It was one of those days…not great! I went to the mailbox, there to find A playbill dated September 8. I could not tell for sure, half blind. It seemed like a bill for raking the leaves. Perhaps, written by my second grandson. Or it could have been for sweeping the eves. He asked that I pay him for work he had done. The night before, “Dog” chewed my trifocals. Shattering my precarious vision. Fortunately, I found my old bifocals. It was time; I was about to have some fun! But first, I must read the chronicles And finish an ongoing word puzzle. It is amazing what thoughts the mind mulls: Pranks for the kid, a muzzle for the dog. Just three more words until completion, My doggone pencil broke; life can be funny. I took out my cell phone and called my grandson. He laughed when I thanked him a million … in play money! October 29, 2014