The Daily Poem

CONDITIONS CHANGE

Conditions change like hurricanes

Through silent music halls,

And keys fly off both loud and soft

When thunderous cannon balls

Go rumbling down like squalls.

And trumpets play the marching fray

In gales of brassy whine,

Allegro lifting roofs of riff

From docile glass to raging stein,

From status quo to redesign.

D. Edgar Lamp

The Daily Poem - 292

Rancho Mirage, California

Quintain Stanza

Journal:  Mimi drove me to work this morning.  She researched telephones for international use, and decided on the Motorola Droid from Verizon with services in 200-plus countries.  She came by and gave me my new phone around noon.  We ate lunch together in the cafeteria.  Toward the end of the shift I bought five of Melissa's drawings.  Let her know about our trip and the closure of the Gallery.  Busy day.  Took my Caribbean Islands guide book (Lonely Planet) but didn't get a chance to crack it open once.  We went to The Yard House for dinner of the way home.  Mom was up when we got home around midnight.  She's been having afib since 0200 this morning.  She went to church and played the piano with her afib in full swing.  Amazing!  I think she's going to find her second-wind in 2011, with us gone. 

DRIVING DIRECTIONS

Idyllwild to Eisenhower Medical Center in Rancho Mirage: 

 
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