Sammi’s weekender: gallivant

His gallivanting days now over, the old hippie rides a recliner, pets the old lap cat, takes his medicine when she tells him, and he hopes she’ll rub his neuropathic feet. He votes absentee, remembers sex and pot, and wishes things when he looks at her.

Look both ways when crossing paths.
There is no past and no future.
Mind the gaps in the circle.

8 thoughts on “Sammi’s weekender: gallivant”

    1. Hi Rochelle,
      Yes. By appointment (@4PM). The good part is that I am guaranteed a lane and 45 minutes, but I may have to share with one other going opposite way. Social distancing rules are strict, so good.
      Peace,
      Bill

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