Weak arms?

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Make your arms stronger by hitting a big heavily stuffed doll  called Political Leader ten times an hour.Don’t shout No Brexit

or

Do arm raises with a tin of  beans in each hand.Do not eat the beans first
or

Become a librarian.I know they have shut many  libraries

Even arm raises with no weights can make your muscles stronger

 

Fridges for people with weak hands and disabilities

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If you have weak hands a fridge with a D type handle is better but they are not made frequently

There are small table top fridges that are lighter so maybe the door is easier to pull open.
If you have someone else living with you they can use the big fridge and put milk etc into the little one for  you/the disabled person

Some food can be kept in a cool place in the kitchen… eggs,milk,butter.

Any other ideas welcome.Do not say: move to Finland  much as I love the Swans of Tuenela anf their families

The road is hidden

Disgrace and sorrow
Intellectual distaste
Feeling your own thoughts

Thinking with feeling
Beauty cold or hot  as hell
Freeze or burn with Frost

The road is hidden
The trees are hieroglyphic
I can’t see Others

I am not unique
I know you now as real
But where are you?

Its liquid centre thrown up wild and bright

The fallen sun makes black the trees that lean
Its liquid centre thrown up wild and bright
Enigmatic  like a midday dream

The  pinky edges shift in  sun’s bent beams
Do they convey the aura of the light?
The fallen sun makes black the trees that lean

I wonder where my haunted eyes have been
In the forests deeper than the night
Enigmatic  like a midday dream

Schizoid, lacking affect,  a  slit scream
Destroying what is left of love and sight
The fallen sun makes black the trees that lean

Here we saw wild primrose by the stream
The castle of the Tudors soft in  blight
Enigmatic  like a midday dream

 

Bewildered people  kill their own insight
Toss their fears , into the weak to bite
The failing sun as pure as  boiling screams
Enigmatic  are our midnight dreams