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Saturday, October 26, 2013

#115 - Even More Finishing of Projects

Gossamer strands writhe
 On Sunlit fluttering wings
Child's warm smile

Warning:  No poetry past this point.  You have been warned.

Today is Saturday, October 26.

Today we took my daughter to "The Boo at the Zoo".  L got to be a pony at last, specifically, Rainbow Dash.  She had a blast and I got a large dose of allergies.



Here is my daughter and wife.  My wife designed the costume and I made it all, excepting the wings, we purchased those.

I am writing this at 10:47 at night because I haven't posted in a few days.  If it wasn't for that, I would have put this off for a few more.  My allergies make me feel like a zombie.

Its amazing how one feels after completing projects.  The costume is done and a pay-it-forward gift was completed tonight as well.  I cut out pieces for my wife's shirt that I will be making in the next few days, and pinned a blanket.  It has been a good day.  Time for some benedryl and claritin.  If anyone has any suggestions on allergy remedies pertaining to Redwood pollen and duff, please leave a comment.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

#114 - Completion

Finishing projects
One at a time, completion,
Finally all done

Warning:  There is no poetry past this point.  You have been warned.

Today is Tuesday, October 22.

I finished a number of projects today.  I completed a cross stitch for my wife, my daughters costume, and cleaned my office.

Feeling good, but tired.

Time to go to bed.

Awesome.


Till tomorrow,

Thomas

Monday, October 21, 2013

#113 - Grey

Contrasting details
Of our black and white lifetimes 
All are shades of grey

Warning:  There is no poetry past this point.  You have been warned.

Today is Monday, October 21.  

Today we are highlighting Haiku Heights prompt of the week.  This week's prompt is grey.

This is going to be a short post because I am sick.  I'll tell you a story tomorrow.

Till tomorrow,

Thomas

Sunday, October 20, 2013

#112 - Jack O' Lanterns

Happy masks smile
Laughing children run around
Tricking and treating
 
Warning:  There is no poetry past this point.  You have been warned.

Today is Sunday, October 20.  Today my family went to the pumpkin patch.

My wife loves to go to the farm and pick your own...whatever.  I do to, by the way, so this not something that I do just for the benefit of my wife.  Where we used to live, there wasn't many pumpkin patches and here on the North Coast, pumpkins are not, would you say, native.  

So there isn't many farms growing pumpkins or pick your own pumpkin patches.  Today we went to one of the two pumpkin patches here in the North Coast.  We drove about 20 minutes and made it to this farm that let you ride on a hay ride out to a pumpkin field, that was, by the time we got there, pretty much picked over.  You get your pumpkin and bring it back to the cashier.  

We bought three pumpkins for approximately 8 dollars and tonight we carved pumpkins.  I posted a picture below of my daughter's, wife's, and my jack o'lanterns.  

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I have spoken with my wife about this for a while.  If I can ever get good enough credit and enough down payment, we are going to buy a farm so that we can have an Easter Egg Hunt, Pumpkin Patch/Harvest Fair/Halloween Fair, and a Christmas Tree farm.  This is my utmost dream.  Here's hoping.  

 Till tomorrow,

Thomas

Friday, October 18, 2013

#111 - Oh the weekends

Lighted eyes of old
Peer through dead lidless hollows,
Viscous jowls jeer.

Warning:  There is no poetry past this point.  You have been warned.

Today is Friday, October 18.  Today is Friday.  Tomorrow is the weekend, and, for once, I am not working on the weekend.  There's a great 80's song about Working for the Weekend...I'd sing it, but I do not think anyone wants me to do that.

Tomorrow, my wife is going yarn shopping at an invitation only clearance sale at our local yarn shop.  While she is doing that, my daughter and I will be chasing pigeons.

Sunday we will carve pumpkins.

A fun time will be had by all.

Till tomorrow,

Thomas 

Thursday, October 17, 2013

#110 - Where does Daddy live?

My Priorities?
Nights wasted away from you.
Daddy, please come home.

Warning:  There is no poetry past this point.  You have been warned.

Today is Thursday, October 17.  Today my daughter broke my heart.

As always, I take care of my daughter during the morning to let my wife sleep.  When it was time for me to go to work, my daughter said that it wasn't fair.  This didn't break my heart.  I know that I work a lot, but my real world job is what keeps a roof over my and my families head.  Writing blog posts/poetry doesn't do it, and playing with my two year old doesn't either.  So I am used to her crying when I leave or saying that it wasn't fair that her daddy had to go instead of "playing stickers."

But today was different.  Today my daughter was playing a game with my wife and I.  She was telling us where all her friends and relations lived.  When she came to me, "Daddy," I lived at work.

I live at work.

I live at work.

What am I telling my daughter by "living" at work.  I just don't understand.  I have to take care of my family.  I have to support them.  I have to be a father. 

Everyone needs a balance.  I just don't know where mine is.

Till tomorrow,

Thomas

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

#109 Lost in Space

Lost amongst others,
 Full of bravado and hope,
The man steps blindly 

Warning:  There is no poetry past this point.  You have been warned.

Today is Wednesday, October 16.  Today was another day on the road. 

I made a mistake today.  I assumed that my location would be in a normal location, but no it wasn't.  I needed to go to Smith River today.  Look it up, its in Northern California off of the 101.  The problem is, on the map it looks like it is right off the 101, in reality it is about 15 miles off of the 101.

This isn't the first time this has happened.  Earlier this year I had to go to Glide, Oregon from Northern California.  I missed the turn off for Glide and was in Bend, Oregon, before I had to turn around.  Again, look it up on Google.

So to say that I get lost easily is an understatement. 

Here's to hoping I get some sort of directional sense.

Till tomorrow,

Thomas