Fair Warning: Bon is currently undergoing treatment for infiltrating ductal carcinoma stage 2B, her2nu positive - Breast Cancer. This blog may, at times, contain content not suitable for young readers or the squeamish - and no, I'm not referring to my inventive use of grammar and spelling - nor my ease and ability to cleverly vacillate between third and first person narratives or even my excessive use of run-on sentences.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Ninth of June, Two Thousand Eight
Sometimes, on a rainy afternoon in Seattle,
When the clouds hang so low I almost bump my head, and I feel so hollow and empty inside,
What can I say? Day after day of rain in the month of June (and May for that matter) makes me blue.
When I was driving home along the top deck of the viaduct last night, looking out at the gray Puget Sound and the even grayer sky, the only comfort from the gloom seemed to be the arms of Mr. Bon.
Out of nowhere, as they often do, this poem popped into my head. Hope it doesn't belong to someone else.
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What can I say? Day after day of rain in the month of June (and May for that matter) makes me blue.
When I was driving home along the top deck of the viaduct last night,
looking out at the gray Puget Sound and the even grayer sky,
the only comfort from the gloom seemed to be the arms of Mr. Bon.
Out of nowhere, as they often do, this poem popped into my head. Hope it doesn't belong to someone else.
mrs. 'needl and i were contemplating this very subject last night (the weather, that is, not you canoodling with mr. bon).
she told me it's what we signed up for when we moved back to the PNW, and i'm not allowed to complain.
she went on to complain about feeling economically stressed out and insecure.
i told her it's what we signed up for when we decided to have children, and she's not allowed to complain.
tit for tat, if you'll pardon my francois...
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