As is often the case, a bad morning commute can resonate with me for hours and hours. I just can’t get past the annoyance. Hence today’s morning commute haiku which follows so closely after another post bitching about the morning commute.
Sorry.
Why did I listen
To the stupid GPS?
Time lost for all time.
I put up a post called neighbors a couple of days ago. If I had looked ahead I would have known.
What makes a good neighbor? There are two answers to this. One is slightly more important than the other, but they are both incredibly important.
First and foremost, they need to be quiet. Simple. All but one of my neighbors are quiet. One likes to have pool parties on the weekend and they always include loud music and sometimes they include very loud karaoke, which is quite painful to experience. Other than that, they are fine, and they always shut it down by 10:00pm so it never becomes more than a slight annoyance. They are okay neighbors, but we’re asking for good neighbors.
The second requirement is harder to detect. I need my neighbors to not be fascists. I need them to not be nazis, whether in or out of the nazi closet. I need them to not be maga. I can’t handle having trump assholes living near me. The idea makes my skin crawl. I don’t know if any of my neighbors are fascists or fascist collaborators or even just fascist sympathizers, but it’s a 50/50 chance, right? The very thought of it makes me want to puke.
There you have it. Too simple little steps on the road to being a good neighbor. Amen and thank you very much.
Today’s haiku is brought to you by low blood sugar. My step son is diabetic and we learned all about potential symptoms of low blood sugar from the hospital staff when he was first diagnosed many years ago. Twice in the last week I have had the symptoms of low blood sugar. Hence this haiku…
Is low blood sugar
going to be a thing now?
Carbohydrates, please.
I am going to try to come up with some new things for this answer. The prompts have been similar to this recently and old answers apply. In the interest of originality I am not going to re-use things like learning to fly a plane or becoming an astronaut. Can I come up with some new things to day dream about trying for the first time?
Here’s one that is hopefully attainable and may actually happen tomorrow. I would like to have a post-pandemic band practice with all four band members in attendance. We’ve had three attempts since our last gig on February 1, 2020, but they were all missing one guy. There’s a plan in place to try again tomorrow night but there’s been nothing but radio silence for the last week and I am starting to worry about disappointment. Cross your fingers, folks.
Here is one that could happen but might not but it’s a lot of fun to fantasize about. I would like to visit Europe for the first time. My step kids have gone a bunch of times. My step daughter lived in the Netherlands for the better part of a year. Jen and I tried to go to the UK once but the plans fell through. Her mother and step father were able to go and they had a great time. We both want to visit the lands of our fore-fathers, Ireland for me and Scotland for her. We also want to travel the continent. As in everywhere on the continent.
Okay, that’s two. Can I come up with one more? Schoolhouse Rock taught us that three is a magic number, yes it is. It’s a magic number. How about this… I want to drive across country. The epic West-to-East American Road Trip of legend. Do we take the northern route or the southern route? What stops do we add to the itinerary? How about all of them. That would be pretty amazing.
There, three things I’ve never done that I would like to try for the first time. Here’s hoping that at some point in the (preferably near) future I’ll be able to try them all.
ADDENDUM: The tentatively schedule band practice is THURSDAY, not tomorrow. Tomorrow is WEDNESDAY. Why am I convinced that today is Wednesday when it is Tuesday? I even sent a message to the band’s Facebook chat asking if we were on for tomorrow, as if tomorrow were Thursday when tomorrow is Wednesday. Ugh, I think it’s going to be a long, confusing day today.
The question has been posed to the universe and it is this:
Who’s the man?
IKEA day bed assembly complete… except for unboxing the second mattress that goes on the pull out section, of course.
Today’s haiku is brought to you by a Massachusetts Jury Duty notification.
Jury Duty time.
Let’s do our civic duty.
Postponed to next May!
Principles? Things that define how I live? How the hell should I know? How about Don’t Be a Dick? How’s that one float your boat?
Okay… let’s see what I can come up with here… My family comes first. My wife and my step kids are put ahead of everything else in existence. After that comes my extended family and my job. Are those principles? I don’t know.
The more I think of it, don’t be a dick seems more and more like the correct answer to this question. How other people go about their day to day and live their lives is up to them. Let them do their thing. Live and let live. If you are happy in your life then I am happy for you and I will stand by your choices. Something like that. Don’t be an asshole, be an ally. Compassion and understanding above all, even if I don’t understand right off the bat.
Does any of this make sense? I doubt it but they are my principles not anyone else’s, so as long as it makes sense to me on some level then we’re doing okay, right? Right.
No, I will not explain what’s going on here.
There is a new episode of The Walking Dead tonight. It’s the Daryl Dixon show’s season finale. Can I come up with a haiku inspired by zombies on TV?
Zombies on TV.
Where’d I put my cricket bat?
Bop ’em on the head.
Inside the Red Head's Head 