Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Haiku du jour

Wisely, the year ends
In the cold calm of winter
Look back, look forward.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Haiku du jour 2

Picking up my yarn
Making needles dance and dip
Why did I leave you?

Haiku du jour

Do not curse winter
Live each frosty white moment
Flow with its rhythm.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Haiku du jour

Cold enters my bones
Layers of sweaters do not
Run it off quicky.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Haiku du jour

Hair tickles my ear
Like a forgotten lover
Welcome back, old friend

Friday, December 18, 2009

Haiku du jour

I need good coffee
Today - rich, strong, smooth as love
The bad stuff won't do.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Haiku du jour too

It's a sinus day
Time for the little blue pill
No, not Viagra

Haiku du jour

Crackling cold today
I need sheepskin and thick wool:
Zhivago hat time

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Haiku du jour

Fleecy white snow falls
Just to decorate our day
With a veil of white

Monday, December 14, 2009

My stupid hair again.

Okay, I know I've wasted two haikus on the pain of growing out my hair in winter (aka "hat season"). This probably is a gross disarrangement of the zen calm that is supposed to accompany the art of the haiku. But seriously, the hat-on, hat-off process gives a whole new dimension to the concept of "fugly". [fugly = freakin' ugly]

It's not as if I have many options. Headbands, hair products, clips, etc. are great for not looking deranged every day. At the beginning. But add the darned (but necessary) hat? It takes me from "passable" to "oh, heck no, honey," in about five seconds. Yippee.

Yes, leaving the hat on is an option, if it's a beret. If it's the full Dr. Zhivago sheepskin thang I wear in sub-zero weather, it so isn't an option. Hey, I'm northern -that's the way it is. What's my alternative? Pneumonia, snapped off ears?

Upon further reflection, I think snapped-0ff ears are probably more fugly than my mashed, Albert-Einstein-on-steroids look. Of course, the fact that my mother has been making disapproving comments every time she sees me is not helping. "How long are you going to grow it?" (This is said in a 'what-are-you thinking' tone). "I just know you'll cut it all off the next time I see you." (This is said in a "please-God" tone.) Thanks, Mom. It may have been a mistake to allow her to think this was "our" hair. It isn't.

I'll look better by next Christmas, I'm sure.

haiku du jour too

Growing hair - a pain
Growing hair in hat season -
Now that's a real pain.

Haiku du jour

Feng shui master cat
Vetos my Christmas decor -
Yank, chew, and spit out.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Haiku du jour

Growing my hair sucks;
That dark, dreaded phase begins -
Snow brings "hat season".

Monday, December 7, 2009

Haiku du jour

Christmas tree no good
Soaked with cat pee-pee; no more
Cute strays from the woods.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Haiku du jour

An icy windshield
Greeted me today, some snow
Frosted the ground white.

T-shirt du jour

"Nuke a godless communist gay baby seal for Christ"

Courtesy of www.northernsun.com

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Haiku du jour 3

Better yet, I want
Betrayed Spouse to slap Smug Jerk
As cameras roll.

Haiku du jour 2

Scandals make me want
To be the satisfied jerk,
Not the betrayed spouse.

Haiku du jour

The dark, sodden earth
Is ready for the white glaze
Of winter's first snow.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Haiku du jour

All Christmas station
Comes in clearly; time to kill
The "Hippo" singer.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Haiku du jour 2

I need wool sweaters
After November; I'm just
A Michigan girl.