May March be warmer
The cold and the snow are old
Spring flowers are rad
Only 32 days until spring.
Winter wet and gray
With your short days and long nights
You're a bad season
Late and sleep beckons
Inspiration eludes me
Time for crazy dreams
Once again I have waited too late to get any kind of real writing done (it’s post-11 p.m. as I type this), and I frittered away another non-hour session by listening to the gripes and concerns of co-workers. Plus some chat about Diablo 3 because IT is, let’s face it, full of gaming nerds.
I promise to do better tomorrow. Promise!
We’ve had a rainfall warning the last few days, which, as you might guess, means a whole lot of rain– between 40-90 mm, depending on where exactly you are. It’s been quite wet.
The rains fall heavy
Vehicles splash and spray me
My spirit is damp
The rain actually doesn’t bother me–this is definitely the wrong area to live if it does–and I’ve learned to avoid the areas where splashing and spraying can happen.
But I still remember that dark winter day last year when I was learning that lesson, diverting along the one block stretch of Brunette Avenue between the Sapperton SkyTrain station and my place, unable to take the much nicer hospital lane, closed (and still closed until December 2019) due to construction. This section of Brunette tends to be driven at highway speeds. I don’t know what the actual speed limit is here, but I am reasonably certain it’s not highway speed. The combination of excess water on the road and the aforementioned high speed led to me getting soaked with a great wave of water that fanned over the sidewalk. I stood for a moment, trying to register the fact that this little slice of a comedy movie had actually happened to me.
I walked on and got soaked three more times. I was very wet when I got home. In the end I found it kind of funny. And instructive. I’ve never risked the same trip along Brunette again during The Rains. The safe diversion adds two blocks to my trip, a small price to pay in exchange for not getting a metric ton of water sprayed on me at high velocity.
The last few nights it’s dipped below freezing, a reminder that the horrors of snow are possible. Here is a haiku ?celebrating? the cold.
The temperature drops
I forget to wear my gloves
These Popsicle hands
It was inevitable, really. After staying healthy for the trip earlier this month and healthy for the first week back at work, I felt a tickle in my throat yesterday afternoon that turned into a sore throat and sinuses by evening.
As I interact with other people all day–both by choice and otherwise–and live in a building where the hallway ventilation can be described as “no ventilation at all this year” I am perhaps only surprised it took this long for a cold/sore throat to latch on.
I am equipped with both DayuQuil and Nyquil. I am not taking both together, however.
The summer cold hits
Unwelcome sore throat and nose
Sickness and the sun
The rain falls in June
I know the sun will return
Burn my arms again
Which is true. No matter what I do I always end up with some degree of sunburn on my arms, it’s like one of the laws of the universe. This year I’m using sunblock to see if my body is actually resistant to active sunburn prevention.
I will provide photographic evidence as needed in the near future to demonstrate the outcome of this.
I don’t know about these knees.
My knees are olden
Eldritch things of days gone by
What was I saying?
No, that really doesn’t capture it. Let me try again.
These are not bees knees
They are sensitive like me
Creak like an old ship
Better. Not perfect, but good enough.
This is post #43 for January 2018. As of post #39 it became the month with the most posts since I started this blog back on February 4, 2005.
Twenty-one of the posts have been chronicling my efforts to remain complaint-free for…21 days (I complained one day and had to start over). Still, that means 22 posts have theoretically had other content in them, so I feel I’m doing reasonably well. There aren’t any real standouts this month, but neither is there anything that you’d read that would cause you to turn and run away screaming.
But because these sorts of self-indulgent posts are only interesting to me and no one at all visited the site just two days ago (sob), I’ll end with a haiku of minimal entertainment value that I shall call The Blog.
So I made a blog
Everyone tweets somewhere else
Write into the wind
My personal life has undergone a seismic shift as of last night. Since this is a blog and not Dear Diary I’ll say no more, but if an artist must suffer for his art and I keep writing or doodling or throwing pots or engaging in some sort of creative endeavor, I will soon be producing work that’ll look touched by genius.
Let’s start with a haiku.
I did a bad thing
The consequences are due
I am a dumb guy
The genius part may build slowly over time…
The seven posts featuring the tag “haikus” have been edited to use the tag “haiku” instead. The “haikus” tag has been shot.
Or to put it another way:
The haikus tag gone
Long live shorter haiku tag
Me write English good
Dedicated to my remarkable ability to find new ways to not write.
Words don’t come easy
The silence of the keys irks
I killed my darlings