[WayzataJOHNN]

Morning all, finally feeling a bit better. Apartment still cold, (bedroom at 50) and boiler still not working right. Will be staying at motel tonight and sending landlady the bill until the boiler is working right. I’m 62 and not up for this sort of stupidity!

Now for poetry rather then venting.

The reeds whisper soft
in the wind of ages past
in a Zen garden

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Soft the song of birds comes to the ear
sporting in the feeder without any fear
Their songs my reward for seeds to share
mine to reap with a joyous heart with care

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She sleeps so deep in the warmth of our bed
her soft sleepy smile my gift this morning
My princess even after all these years wed
and our love is renewed each day aborning

[GodBlessUSA]

Sorry you have to be forced to go to a motel because landlady isn't doing what she should have. That's ridiculous. Hope she does the right thing for you and your family and soon.

Wow, beautiful poetry. Thanks!

[The Mayor]

The boiler is her responsibility. You have that Right to do that.

[La Enchiladita]

Nice poem for the birds. There is a Black Phoebe trying to get me to put out seed for her. Just trying to find a safe spot/way to do it so the squirrels don’t get it all.

[JustAmy]

Happy Warm Fuzzy Wednesday, JOHNN.
Thank you for sharing your poems this morning.
We appreciate them.

Good to hear that you will be getting out of that cold apartment.
Have you reported your landlady to the 'Housing Authority"?
I would think that you could force her to do something about the boiler.

Take care and stay warm!

[MEG33]

May your heat be restored soon!
I hope you spent a warm, comfortable night at the motel.
Thank you for your lovely poetry, Johnn.