Friday, October 2, 2015

20151003 (resumption)

Sophia, neglected for a week (not really, Tony, my pet sitter, plays with her daily), insists she is next in the scheme of things. 






























Coming home to spoiled milk

Vinegary OJ last time I traveled

I now buy smaller volumes use up

As much as possible bequeath 

The rest to my pet sitter

Returning means replenishing

It’s easy to forget from

How many stores I procure

Sustenance but with a newly

Formed resolve to stick with 

My dietician’s instructions I

Set to purchase no forbidden

Fruit which I did numerous

Raw vegetables each needing

To be cut and trimmed measured

Distributed to clear plastic storage

Containers metered nightly 

For dinner as one vegetable 

Enough others for salads made

In one large batch depending on

Bowls and bowl wrap available

I can sometimes get three

Salads from one fix hardest are 

Fruits which have all sorts of

Proscriptions for instance

Pretzels and pizza are not

Fruits no matter how much

Pineapple is slathered over them

I might as well be an alcoholic

In recovery I'm allowed so

Little I don’t drink I found it 

Impaired my judgment my life

So I figure pie is fruit right

Which is why I like cake with

Cherries on top that’s mostly

Fruit it’s complicated I always end

Up not having bought all on my 

List scheduling second trips

Unless I can get it at the next store

For protein a large roaster from

Which I can make all sorts of

Stuff which almost always

Tastes like chicken strange

First day back to a clean house

I’ve messed up my desk with

A week's opened mail the 

Kitchen with roasting pan

Various cutting of vegetable matter

Fixed two all beef weiners 

High faluting for hot dogs with

Catsup mustard that last little

Bit in the squeezy-easy

Trickles down as I repeatedly

Smack the top on my desk

Find lettuce leaves that in

The hiatus did not turn to

Slime mix in a sliced tomato

Mushrooms cheese shredded

Through an all manual four

Sided trapezoidal device 

Unchanged from my mother’s

Day taking care not to bloody 

My fingers as a FaceBook friend

Has limit the number of topics

To write about for the next day’s

Blog reconcile myself to sleeping

In my clothes snuggle with

Dog and cat 

Cat

Let the cat in

Go back to bed 

Hope for the best






c. J.S.Manista, 2015

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