Old friends,
when pressed to share,
report they are wellish with no longing to embellish.
Not fine, nor swell,
Just wellish.
Oars still in the water,
although no longer rowing upstream.
Coffee in the morning,
always with cream.
Sunday crosswords and trips to the store,
why has bathing become such a chore?
But … we can still tie our shoes
and no longer care about the weight
we should lose.
Bring on the chocolate, chips, and booze!
The day is still upon us all,
though we be only wellish,
with no longing to embellish.
Saying nothing in particular 
Oh, my.
Wellish is slightly better than okay. Okay, for me as a response to the question, ‘How are you?’ is always a lie. There’s hope in wellish. Maybe it’s the -ish? Feels mutable, easy to change to something better.
Sending you, your ankle and future cane some loving vibes.
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I think friends who have chronic conditions would rather not discuss them but they don’t want to lie about it. I will definitely check out the meat suit broadcast – how could I resist?
I listened to your podcast today, Jenn. Very interesting. I’ve never encountered a poltergeist however I have had messages from beyond – generally very brief and unexpected. After my mother died I got the feeling she was lost which may be the result of all the drugs they had her on. I think it’s best to pass as clear minded as possible. One of my Make-a-Wish kids claimed the room was full of butterflies just before she passed. I couldn’t see them but I could feel their fluttering. The doctor said it was the morphine but I wasn’t on any drugs.
As you get older,health because a perpetual topic of conversation, doesn’t it? Whether to embellish or not depends on the person. Some are willing to go on at great length. 🙂 Your walker photo reminds me of how our 10-month-old grandson, who loves dogs, likes to follow the dogs around at his other grandparents house. He’s hell on wheels in his little walker, the kind where he sits and walks. The dogs run away because the walker will run over their paws which of course he doesn’t notice. It’s hilarious!
Good job on the poem, BTW.
Yes, there are people who do go on. I have a friend (really an acquaintance) who will hyperventilate if she gains an ounce and she’s quite thin. It’s so annoying when I think of friends with real problems. How do you know your grandson isn’t running over the paws on purpose just to see the doggies run and make you laugh? ; )
If he were, he’d be quite advanced! 😊. Our daughter says he thinks he’s a dog.
Exactly….
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Hi Jan,
Someone once told me that the act of being sick or injured is the honoring of death. Duke
Interesting. But wouldn’t you have to get sick or injure yourself on purpose?
Yes let’s relish, wellish
It’s better than the alternative.
Let’s relish wellish
A very creative poem. I read it a couple of times. I love it as well as the photo of PK (pretty cat). I hope you are more than wellish soon!
Thanks Brenda! I hope you are more than wellish as well.
Such a beautiful feline! Hope you can ditch the fear inducing walker soon.
That’s the plan! Thanks – beautiful but quite strange.
‘Bring on the chocolate chips and booze’ – not quite there yet, but I can see the appeal.
Hopefully you will never get there! I have friends with chronic conditions who’ve struggled for a long time. Other friends (same age) are doing fine and dandy.
“Wellish” and “embellish” probably never appeared together in a poem before. Great rhyme!
Thanks – came to me in the middle of the night.
PK and the evil walker is a classic photo. I like your poem as it gets to the heart of things, without embellishment.
I think the kitty was trying to lay in the sun and to do so had to put up with the evil walker.
HI Jan, thank you for this poem, it gave me a laugh. In South Africa everybody says they are well, thanks, regardless of their state of health or mental well being.
Here the common response is “good.” I’ve heard that in some countries it’s considered quite rude to greet someone with “how are you?” It’s kind of invasion of privacy.
Not here, South Africans greet everyone with Hi, how are you? My experience of greetings in the UK is different. They are much more reserved.
I found you via Ally Bean. Love your poem! Good luck with the cane. Definitely a wrong way and a wrong end to use! Bernie
Hi Bernie – nice to meet you! Good grief – I’ll probably end up trying to use the wrong end of the cane and so thanks for the warning!
LOL! It’s usually the wrong foot that gets the cane.
Ally Bean sent me! That’s a great ‘poem’ – too true that too many can go on and on and on …
Like Robbie I’m from SA and we always ask how are you or how’s all? The response is usually ok/good/all well thanks, you?
Thanks Susan. Nice to meet you! I’ve met and worked with so many lovely folks from SA! On average, fun loving and unassuming.
I like your poem. It’s kinda funny, kinda true.
PK is gorgeous!
Are you getting better and better?
Best! x
I’m definitely making progress – not as fast as I’d like (in my brain I’m ready to dance …. but …. not quite there yet!) Thanks for asking!
Keep on! Dancing is on its way!