Rigmarole

Didn’t suggest a compromise, but the day’s best 

outcome was less modus vivendi than the visible 

acceptance otherwise classified oops, I screwed 

up; we’d set off on a trek to fix the status quo, an 

object steeped in rigmarole plaguing she, whose 

word is lore, and what we’d like to think was that 

precursor necessary for readinesses’ digression 

into what we’d hoped was full & frank retirement 

Fasting at least 12 hours proceeded the journey 

to pathology - along with Man’s Best Friend and 

a homeopathic vet visit - when with 3 kilometres 

to travel we’re advised that a handbag - with the 

requisite documentation, is missing - we turn for 

home again - and we’re back to square one 

And it’s the first of three trips that day to achieve 

what might have been different - but she, whose 

lore’s the word, wouldn’t hear of it unless & until 

we succeeded which we did; so Podge’s pissed 

we left him at the Vet - returning after he’d been 

in surgery & was awake & lucid again, and she, 

After rigmarole of 300 kms travelling concerned, 

believes her pathology results will be especially 

amazing …

© 17 November 2015, I. D. Carswell