Dark thunder and sun.
Ponderously foreboding.
A dog barks in kind.
We're live!
Which means, now the work begins.
Counting. One hour.
A whole list of tasks, but first:
Wait. Plan. Worry. Test.
They're not all haiku.
Well, at least, I don't want to
be held to that. Darn.
Yesterday's guest list:
The Cardinals, a bluejay,
and a hummingbird.
I'd lived my whole life
without seeing a car fire.
Austin's shown me two.
You know what we need
for productivity g(r)ains?
Caffeinated bread.
(is a very long word. Still:)
Happy house birthday!
Even when it's cool,
Texas still has lots of sun.
Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.
Ever get fed up,
do something rash, with scissors,
to your hapless hair?
e.e. cummings knew.
Poetry and periods
don't cohabitate.
We're having a race:
Who can be most neurotic
before guests arrive?
Sweeping in Texas
means piles of particles that
keep crawling away.
My insurance called.
They need my lender's address.
Have you tried the web?


I should rename this.
But "Occasional Haiku"
lacks a certain ring.

If you want to know
a note's importance to you,
lose it in the wind.
Is there anyone
who likes Daylight Savings Time?
Why do we do this?


When left to my own
devices, strange things occur:
pumpkin scrambled eggs.


Reducing clutter:
The Holy Grail of lifehacks.
Spring stirs my spirit.


Tight green potential.
"Put me in, coach!" each leaf cries.
Exuberance blooms.


When not at your desk,
please set your phone on silent.
"Jar Jar" is too much.


When planning a trip,
maps are the Rosetta stone.
Google trumps again.


What I really need
is quiet. Sun. Space. Not you.
Fate makes us neighbors.


Can I write just one
three-line summary of life
each and every day?

This needs to evolve.
The hassle of logging into Blogger, etc.,
is enough of a deterent,
that nothing I have to say
really merits the bother.
I have a satisfying outlet at Invisible City,
so perhaps I will move bits of this there,
and focus on cultivating that space.
Still thinking about a haiku-a-day, though.
On the Monty Python album,
the setup for Eric-the-half-bee
and the song itself are separate tracks.
Our iTunes library is on shuffle.
"Take it away, Eric The Orchestra Leader:"
"It's all about the Pentiums, baby!"
Irrefutable proof
that we are hopeless geeks.
The bug on the inside of my windshield
must be thinking,
"I'm the fastest bug in the world!"
Husband: I was thinking about that Galaga card game...
Me: What, the guy with the hammer?
Husband: Hunh? No, not Galager. Ga-la-GA.
Me: Oh. I like mine better.
It's time for another Good Idea / Bad Idea.
Good Idea: (ka-click)
Taking the Sherbie on a date.
Bad Idea: (ka-click)
Pelting the Sherbie with dates.
I did it!
I got my 183 picture
added to the In Numerical Order pool.
I feel like I have my brain back.
We're home!
Pictures of Pennsylvania
So I, uh,
did something
this weekend.