The Daily Poem

THE NUMBERS GAME

There's danger in the numbers game;

The uncut story can't be told.

Ebola hides behind the gold,

With other things that have no name,

Like luckless cards that always fold.

They want to know, I want to tell;

We speak in superstitious code,

Afraid the digits may explode

If suddenly their candied shells,

Like big green M&Ms, erode.

D. Edgar Lamp

The Daily Poem - 293

Rancho Mirage, California (Borders Books at The River)

Quintain Stanza

Journal:  Colton for two-drawer files made of wood.  Then to REI to return Mimi's shoes.  Got a solar battery charger in exchange.  Then on to Foot Solutions where Mimi spent an hour getting her feet measured, arches analyzed, and gait evaluated.  Ended up with two pair of special shoes that should keep her feet from aching as we travel.  Then to Costco for some Christmas shopping.  Lots of fun!  Found just the perfect gifts for Lily & Adin.  Once into Rancho Mirage we went to Borders to look up Eurail info and a latte.  Then went by EMC to show Merlyn a few details about how the Nursing Supervisor Shift Report works.  Hard to give a crash course in Excel in 30 minutes.  Finally asked her to just e-mail it to me if they need it revised during 2011.  E-mail and internet makes us all just a click away from each other, no matter how many thousands of miles separate us.  Home a little after midnight.