A Marital Discourse on The Subject of Light Exercise
You breakfast, lunch and tea and sup,
hardly ever getting up.
I say that we should take a ride
just to get us both outside,
and thus do I precipitate
a lively marital debate—
you flummoxed by my rude suggestion
that interferes with your digestion.
So I employ another means
to distract you from your franks and beans.
Feeling youthful and impulsive,
I chance your finding it repulsive
and suggest that we go dancing
and perhaps do some romancing,
whereupon you rise and shriek
that your demise I surely seek.
Dancing at our advanced age?
You spit and sputter, in a rage,
and since for minutes you don’t pause,
at least you exercise your jaws.
Prompt words today are precipitate, flummoxed, shriek, impulsive, employ and ride.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
And the course of the universe was disrupted yet once again…
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Ha. Some Universes shrink with age whereas the real one expands.
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When it expands on one plane it contracts on another.
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LOL That would describe my husband’s attitude towards exercise, if it weren’t for sailing. I gave up trying to prompt him a long time ago.
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Sending something for your husband to your email.
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Gotit and responded, thank you so much.
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🤣
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I saw an ad at the community centre that you can drop off your husband for a day of respite
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Love it.
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Wow, well done, you hit it on every line, Been there seen that~1
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I can’t imagine you inactive at any age, Sam.
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