TUBE & NOT TUBE...

Title: Toleration...

Mood: mildly encouraged and

cautiously optimistic

Noise: oxygen passing freely

among friends, neighbors and

newly arrived relatives

Observation: "You can only become

so ill of health that the consulting

Doctors make a sincere effort to send

you somewhere else..."

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I prayed the other night that i would

Hear the dulcet tones of my own fair

Matriarch again. Be careful of what

you wish. What i got for my long and

arduous forbearance, was a raspy,

toothless admonition to:

"Shut up!" And then she went back to

the breathing work which is only and

entirely hers to do. Such a crusty old

bird who won't let any=one state the

obvious. Thank Heaven Uncle Danny

[her lesser brother] is there to mitigate

my culpable austerity. Or something

like that. {secret: Danny & Rose Mary

are to Hane as the Engineer & Kay are

to me~the STOPS of our pitiable Hearts

who tell us to,"Cut the Crap! And Get

over Your=self!"}

Meanwhile...Hospital food is really Good,

if you don't have to take it through a

Tube. Ask floralilia if you dasn't believe

the experience i have had of such things.

Also~do not walk against the light when

your favourite JEHOVAH'S WITNESS is

saying Hello. Morning Serendipity^

~the old man who attends fully realised

opulent women---slac

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