Your Dying Spouse 653 - A Sense Of WHAT??? {FMF}

Sometimes what you hear isn't quite what you thought you heard.

They say I need a senseless porpoise

but for that I'd need a pool,

so there must be other choices

of intention-living tool.

And, lo, therefore, so it seems

with this chiding from my wife;

to make the days the stuff of dreams

we need a porpoise-driven life.

All I do should be on porpoise,

but they swim so mighty fast,

with no saddle, and I'm breathless;

will I become a shark's repast?

I really have to work this through;

but here's a thought: perhaps Shamu?

If anyone's interested in an update...

• New tumour, golf-ball-sized, in the navel, of all places. Hurts a lot, and worse, it's UG-LY!
• Got to wear looser shirts, as the upper abdominal tumours now print through what I wear (say it with me...UG-LY!).
• Constant fever, but at least Barb can truthfully say I'm hot.
• Throat's almost swollen shut, so I have to alternate ice-cold sugar-free Rip-Its and light beer (hell on the pancreas) to keep the pain down enough to breathe, swallow, and eat. But any excuse for a beer, yeah?
• Sleep is sketchy, dreams eerie, and it's better to be awake.
• God is good, all the time.

For music, here are The Searchers with Love Potion Number 9. It's fun; enjoy!

Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.

Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.

Marley, the canine waif from Afghanistan, whom WE helped save, has a Facebook page! Please drop by to see how happy he is today.

Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.