Closed for Repairs

Hi , friends. I’m down in the dumps these days. I ‘m unable to think clearly or put pen to paper.Gloomy ideas have swarmed  in my head and I feel dead tired mentally and physically. This is my prevailing mood this summer and every summer , mainly when it gets really hot.I don’t know, but I guess  I’ m not a ” summer” man ; for me summer is associated with sadness, loneliness and fatigue.

I’ve strated to question my whole life the last couple of days  : did I choose the right job ? Did I marry the suitable woman ? Am I a good  husband, father , teacher ? Am I a good writer ?  I think I need to take a vacation  to evacuate all this stupid stuff  from my mind, to recharge the batteries and start anew.

Ok friends ; I ve spent sweet times with you since january ;I’m proud of your friendship; I’m grateful to you for  your support, and I’ve learnt a lot from you .I look forward to coming back to my blogging ways as soon as possible.take care, cheers!!

End of Spring

youth ‘s  ebbed

my health ‘s worn  away

my skin ‘s   wrinkled

my hair ‘s  turned gray.

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My joints once sturdy

now quake and ache

my hands once steady

now noticeably shake .

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It’s been a long journey

Sprinkled with memories

Dim and bright

Daubed with deeds

Wrong and right

Dotted with  sweet successes

and many  foul failures.

Weekend Funnies

This is my contribution to Weekend Funnies hosted by Shakira http://justmeshakirack.blogspot.com/

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Irish Bank Robbery

An armed hooded robber bursts into the Bank of Ireland and forces the tellers to load a sack full of cash.

On his way out the door with the loot, one brave Irish customer grabs the hood and pulls it off revealing the robber’s face.

The robber shoots the guy in the head without hesitation! He then looks around the bank to see if anyone else has seen him.

One of the tellers is looking straight at him, and the robber walks over and calmly shoots him in the head also.

Everyone by now is very scared and looking down at the floor.

Did anyone else see my face?’ asks the robber?

There is a few moments of silence, when one elderly Irish gent, looking down, tentatively raises his hand and says:

“I think me wife may have caught a glimpse.”