Crimson Tide - Ukulele Picture!

I'm down to one bowl of rice a day (made with a mixture of orange and cherry juice, canola oil, and some bacon bits).

Nonetheless, cancer is not winning. In this hopeless place, the spread of my arms expands, to embrace my purpose, and my dreams.

And here's the ukulele, waiting to be strung!

It's hard to know just what to do,

just how to tell the tale.

My lips are getting kinda blue,

and nailbeds getting pale.

The dunny holds a crimson tide,

but this is not no 'Bama song.

There's really nowhere I can hide

from all that's going wrong,

but every hour's still my own

to do with as I will.

I can whine and moan and groan,

or try yet to fulfill 

the dreams that God placed in my soul

to make me human, make me whole.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is OPPOSITE.

Life is full of yan and ying,

the circle with swirly design.

There's good and bad, but here's the thing:

in my heart, I am just fine

because I never was beholden 

to senses of entitlement.

I guess I am just part of olden

days when you went where you're sent

to do what was assigned to you

without question, without thought 

that maybe when the work is though

the pow'rs that be really ought 

to give you secret special token...

not hardly, mate, you must be jokin'!

And so, today the ukulele got it's soundboard attached, and the framing of the Spitfire rudder spar is done.

And Sylvia got her ice cream.