We have been busy. Legoland visit (several weekends ago), London Eye visit (last weekend), Kew visit (yesterday) plus sports camp for E (once a week for 3 hours), his birthday party last week and other activities. I have a lot of pictures but hardly any time to process things. At some point, I will. For now, here is an awesome poem.
The Cure
Lying around all day
with some strange new deep blue
weekend funk, I'm not really asleep
when my sister calls
to say she's just hung up
from talking with Aunt Bertha
who is 89 and ill but managing
to take care of Uncle Frank
who is completely bedridden.
Aunt Bert says
it's snowing there in Arkansas,
on Catfish Lane, and she hasn't been
able to walk out to their mailbox.
She's been suffering
from a bad case of the mulleygrubs.
The cure for the mulleygrubs,
she tells my sister,
is to get up and bake a cake.
If that doesn't do it, put on a red dress.
Ginger Andrews
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