Halloween, The World Series, and nearing a week off

For the first time in  a couple of decades my wife and I participated in handing out Halloween Candy. This was due to our Granddaughter Briana asking us to join them at their house in Gilbert on Halloween night.

She and her boyfriend have just purchased their home and we were glad to see they had such a nice house. We put chairs and a table in the driveway and gave candy to the trick or treaters. Briana did the actual handing out and Vicki and I engaged the parents and kids in conversation. It was a nice night.

The World Series ended Thursday with Houston taking the championship. I hope it helps the Hurricane affected folks feel a little better. The series was both interesting and entertaining, with some midnite drama in game 5 with a final score of 13 to 12 for the Astros. The Dodgers tied the series at 3 to 3  in game 6 forcing a game 7. For the first time in many years the games kept my interest and were enjoyable to watch.

This week and the first of next marks the end of taking pills for Cycle 5. After this coming Tuesday I get a week off. I am hopeful that this month I will regain some strength during  my off week.

That's it from here,

Here's this weeks' contribution to my "New Normal" 

Stuck (Poet’s complaint)

I am stuck with unfinished poems

Like laundry left undone in the machine

Some thoughts and threads do splinter

Before I find out what they mean

I’ll take it as a sign to be patient

Forgetting the ease of the past

Remembering what work must be done

If what I’ve created will last

Even though to me they’re living

Just in this moment alive and complete

To readers or listeners in the future

Perhaps they need legs more than feet

To mention their timely creation

And their living in memory so brief

Would be far more than gilding the Lily

More like teaching theft to a thief

More like mist are these thoughts poetic

More like rain than water or ice

More intense than flame or fire

More often more naughty than nice

If given free rein this thing would remain

In limbo neither darkness or light

So I attempt to control, though I often extol

Damn it’s difficult to get them just right.

Hang in there,

RT