Ramblings of a Rambler – July 2013

Ramblings of a RamblerHello Prime Timers. I hope you have had or are in the process of enjoying the birth of our country. Most people who are reading this have had a great seat in the most exciting time in the history of our country.

In my time, I’ve talked to war veterans going back to WWI. I’ve heard stories passed along from relatives going back to the Civil War. Thats just me. Think about your own families and the sacrifices that your ancestors made to make our country the great country that it is. Take pride in being an American! …….. an American Senior!

We hope you’re enjoying the paper. We strive to keep you informed. In this edition we have a remarkable story on how medical marijuana (MMJ) has helped a women regain control over her life. We are running the article because of the many benefits of MMJ. I have personally seen it make a huge difference in the life of my 89 year old mother-in-law who is going through chemotherapy. She has a pretty good appetite and has actually gained weight since taking a small candy like dose a few times during the day. The dose is so low there is no “high” associated with the medication. If you want more information on MMJ, contact a local dispensary. The caretakers who work at most dispensaries are very knowledgeable in the various strains and what would be best for your particular situation. There is nothing better for quelling nausea or stimulating your appetite…….

June was a tough month. Right smack in the middle of it my brother decided to leave us. He suffered a heart attack in Ballard WA on the 13th of the month. My brother and I were Irish twins, born ten months apart. He died at the age of 57.
Its hard to put to words what I feel. I’m a weird duck and my beliefs are that when someone dies they live forever in the hearts of those they loved. I’ll miss him, but I know without doubt he is at his Innisfree. This was his favorite poem and it brought him peace whenever her read it. His obituary is here. Give it a read, he was a good man.

The Lake Isle Of Innisfree
by William Butler Yeats

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

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