Anthony Bianco / Tie Dye in July
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Find fairies in January
learn fae contrary ~
Sword perry in February
effective thrusts vary ~
Fertilize yards in March
battle patches sparse ~
Plant maples in April
tree growth enable ~
Inhale nature in May
gorgeous green display ~
Write tunes in June
serenade listening moon ~
Tie dye in July
before fireworks fly ~
Keep promises in August
reinforce your honest ~
Pile leaves in September
jumpers seek center ~
Groom Rover in October
unbearable canine odor ~
Prepare turkey in November
calendar scheduled attender ~
Feel elfish all December
Santa’s toy assembler ~
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cookie here
biscuit across the pond
toilet for us
is loo for them
our schedule
is their shed shull
we both speak English
but I can barely understand their version of it
Diane’s dog Charlie is her baby; more than her son ever was.
He likes me better than Stewart did too, she tells me.
Charlie’s therapy appointments are on Monday.
On Tuesdays he has his nails groomed or his teeth flossed.
Wednesdays are open for luncheon engagements with other pups.
He gives me a break on Thursdays, Diane tells us. It’s my free day.
Friday’s are for Charlie’s aerobic and line dancing.
Saturdays he has yoga.
What’s Charlie’s Sunday schedule? I ask her.
Diane looks surprised that I asked.
We go to church in color-coordinated clothing.
I take him in a little matching case.
I should have guessed.
Before the marathon began,
I walked First Avenue,
Aware 100,000 feet
Would soon come pounding through.
The do-not-cross tape waited
And the police were getting set
To control the hordes of cheering fans
Who hadn’t gathered yet.
Since some apartments face the street,
Their balconies supply
A place for friends to stand and shout
As runners hurry by.
From one such place, I saw a sign
To jokingly remind
A guy named Ralph, despite his plans,
He’s lumbering behind.
I wish I could have witnessed Ralph
As, passing, he took note,
Of the presence of his buddies
And the message that they wrote.
(The title is what the sign actually said.)
I call my friend Linda at nine a.m.
she is probably sleeping
I leave her a couple of messages
get no reply
she calls me around ten pm
this wakes me up and irritates me
I do not answer,
not wanting to encourage her to call me this late
we are not on the same schedule
I doubt we ever will be
I cannot imagine sleeping past eight=thirty in the morning
I am usually up at six
She begins partying at ten p.m.
several hours after I turn my phone off for the night
So I shall go, if you don’t mind
You’ll probably stay home
Last time we met I can’t rewind
Since then I’m on my own
I need to buy some fish and bread
And paper towels too
Until the heat will rise, instead
One pouring rain or two
You likely need some chores to do
Some garden work as well
Yesterday’s buds evolved a few
Fine roses – I can’t tell
But I imagined they have done
You must be pleased with this
And then of course the night will come,
Another night to miss.
When making your own schedule and things don't go as planned, the only one to blame is yourself
Multitudinous bells secern the tones
as may resound sharp bamboo xylophones.
Pulchritudinous bells have rhythmic ding,
others that linger with tedious ring.
Some little bells can echo a jingle
that surely bestow a Christmas tingle.
Quite many bells ting melodious chime
prompting our schedule's punctilious time.
A carillons' unique, harmonized bells
swing from gentleness to overtone swells.
Suspended bronze discs reach resonant gongs,
characterized by gregarious songs.
A bittersweet bell that distantly tolls
announces angelic release of souls.
tea time is
followed by pee-time
~ at the chime
I knew I was going to overschedule myself
It was as sure as the piccolo played by an elf
Still I promised, too many I would help, which is silly I know.
Painting myself into a corner, with nowhere to go.
I startled awake, early Sunday morning,
fraught - my mind, darting like a panicked animal
because my assignment calendar
is wet, smeared and illegible!
Total darkness - I fish for my phone by it’s cord - it reads 3:08am.
I flop back onto a cloud of thick, memory foam.
Ahhh, jeeez, it was just a DREAM.
Of course, my assignment calendar
is safe, digital, redundant, cloud backed up.
“THAT was a little morbid.” I think,
as I drift back out of consciousness.
Vaccination Chart
1.BCG at birth dose 0.05ml.
2.Hep B at birth dose 0.5ml.
3.OPV at birth dose 2 drops.
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4.06 weeks baby Hep B dose 0.5ml.
5.06 weeks baby DTP dose 0.5ml.
6.06 weeks baby IPV dose 0.5ml.
7.06 weeks baby HIB dose 0.5ml.
8.06 weeks baby Rota V dose 1ml.
9.06 weeks baby PCV dose 0.5ml.
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10.10 weeks baby DTP dose 0.5ml.
11.10 weeks baby IPV dose 0.5ml.
12.10 weeks baby HIB dose 0.5ml.
13.10 weeks baby Rota V dose 1ml.
14.10 weeks baby PCV dose 0.5ml.
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15.14 weeks baby DTP dose 0.5ml.
16.14 weeks baby IPV dose 0.5ml.
17.14 weeks baby HIB dose 0.5ml.
18.14 weeks baby Rota V dose 1ml.
19.14 weeks baby PCV dose 0.5ml.
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20.06 months baby Hep B dose 0.5ml.
21.06 months baby OPV dose 2 drops.
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22.09 months baby OPV dose 2 drops.
23.09 months baby MMR dose 0.5ml.
24.09 months baby Typhoid dose 0.5ml.
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25.12 months baby Hep A dose 0.5ml.
Note.Keep out of reach of children.
Lesson.Medicine is the worst thing after Poison.
I am on my own schedule.
Sleep two, up three.
Sleep one, up two.
Sleep three, up two.
This was ridiculous when I was working.
Today, my first day of summer break, it makes sense.
The Schedule
Written by Tom Wright
8-2-2016
A schedule isn’t just to get things done,
But for accomplishment in some sequence;
We begin doing things at the rising of sun,
Some done without thought of frequence.
First on our list should be God’s time alone,
For his guidance on how we should walk.
Thanking Him for blessings and love shown,
And for steering us past each roadblock;
Second is making time for relationships,
For marriage, parenting, and bonding;
That filtered words always pass our lips,
When to others we might be responding.
Third we should schedule time for work,
For work is the means by which we provide;
Not to gain approval or going berserk,
But giving your best that God be amplified;
Fourth, we require time for rest and play,
For we can’t function without adequate rest;
If we shortchange sleep it hinders our day,
And often leaves our bodies feeling stressed.
Fifth we should set aside time for service,
And not forsaking the assembling with others.
For in exalting another God will preserve us,
And made us all to be sisters and brothers;
Monday ... hit ‘em with a hard ballpoint slam
Shake the weekend ‘nish out of their veins
Tuesday ... hot comb straighten out the political wigs
Give the trough lap dogs some cynicism pain
Wednesday ... make their pen ride uncomfortable on the hump
Tell a shorty stuck backhoe mole ditch is looking big
Thursday ... turn the sundial back ten degrees with an ink bump
Square the pretty posers center left of the cam
Friday ... check my girl’s curvaceous cursive print body of love
Hopeful souls need some spiritual sunshine to reign
Saturday ... bring a light-hearted saber to the round table gig
There be smiles and smiles to go to reach the mystic muse sky above
Sunday ... give a writeous sermon that make ‘em shout and jump
Preach the double truth about I AM THAT I AM
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