And This Is Not A Poem

And this is Not a Poem I have got a new phone, it can take picture and do hundreds of things, but there seems to be a technical cut of point when one gets older I look at this wonderful device and understand nothing. I will have to go to my neighbour ´s son he is seven and gets it… helps his grandmother and shakes his head of our practical feebleness. Lovely warm weather today, perfect for a walk In the woods, but I had to spend hours in a full waiting room at a hospital sweating profusely as I suffer from a phobia, can´t bear sitting in a room with many people, one has to be social and talk, I have never been good at small talk. If lucky I may get some work done tomorrow and time for a walk too and see spring unfold.