Up with the Parrots

Up with the parrots, turn on computer, make ma-te, check the weather (forecast high 21/71, make no appointments today), check the pulse of the old country. It still has one. Make breakfast, eat breakfast. Check pulse again, coming out of coma. Wash dishes. Stack firewood. Trim backyard vines, rake leaves from pool cover. Check pulse again. Condition guarded. Put clothes on. Take yard and trash waste to dumpster. Go shopping and pay bills. Walk the dog.. Take clothes off. Outside, the leaf-cutter ants have blazed a trail and are carrying leaves. Rain coming. Bring in another wheelbarrow-load of firewood. Feed the dog. Fix second meal. Thank Heavens (God/Goddess) for good Uruguayan wine and frozen Schneckburgers (grass-fed, no hormones). Find time to write. Thank Heavens for my nakedness. Thank Heavens for Irish whiskey. Thank Heavens that I'm retired.