Welcome back, me!

It's been over two years since I've posted anything.
There are a lot of reasons for that, mostly concerning my health.
I lost it, simply put.
But as the old man in Monty Python put it "I'm much better, really!  Don't put me on the wagon!"
A year ago this coming Saturday, my kidney's failed me.
The steady progression back to good health is a blessing.
I still have to hook up to my trusty PD Cycler every night, but that is a small price to pay to stay healthy, and off of Hemodialysis.  Which I hate.
Imagine sticking two ten penny nails in your arm, three times per week, and laying flat on your back for five hours.
Then pray for the poor souls who have no other option.

Recently, since I now have more time on my hands than I really wanted, I started scribbling again.
If you've ever tried to read Klingon, then you have some idea of just how bad my hand writing is.
But the point is, I'm writing again.
I've been told by family and people I trust that I have some small iota of talent.
And from what I heard repeatedly at a Writers Digest conference I attended last spring,
"Writers write!"
So get off my back, I'm writing!

Most of it will be middling/piddling to bad, but maybe some of it won't make you sick.

So each and every day I will try to write something.

You may not see much of it, as I am my own worst critic, as most writers are.

Nonsense to good sense, funny to pathetic to pathos.

I will most likely run the gamut.

And fair warning, truth in advertising and all of that.

I am a Redneck, Red State, Red Meat eating Reagan conservative!

Although I do not plan to address the political with any regularity.

Sometimes it just happens.

So here goes.

Two really cornball, bad limericks I penned sitting on our deck Sunday night with Pippi, the love of my

life.  You know her as The Queen, Felicia, the lovely Phyllis!  (Greenbough in the Greek)

     Ode to Pippi

There once was a girl named Pippi,

Who never was a Hippy,

When she was asked why,

She said "My, oh My!'

"I never was very trippy!"

Gag.  I know.  She laughed anyway.

Bad effort number two

    Ode to Csonk

There was was a dog named Csonk,

Who was a big old lump,

He napped all day

And people would say,

"Why don't you just have him stuffed?"

Bleeah!   I know.   The dog liked it!