Today’s daily haiku for you isn’t funny or goofy or silly or anything. This one is born of annoyance and frustration and Covid-19.
Masks make a come back,
required at my dad’s place.
Here we go again.
Category: Generic
The Grudge
I had to think about this one a bit. Do I have any grudges? A younger version of me was a grudge holding maniac. I could hold a grudge on anyone for anything for any amount of time. I was basically a pro.
Now? Today? I can’t think of anything. Well… I guess I hold a grudge against the New York Yankees and Bucky Dent, but those don’t really count because they are Yankees, right? No, now I think I follow the words of the great Roger Murtaugh when I say I’m too old for this shit.
So yeah, no… I don’t think I am holding any grudges anymore. They take up too much energy. It’s better to just let that crap go and move on with your life. Mental health is important and holding grudges with people who don’t really matter to you over things that are not really important is just bad for you.
Be like that cartoon lady from Frozen and let it go.
Two dumb movie references in one daily writing prompt post. I am out of control, babie!
Stressed Out
I just had a couple of back to back meetings that I was sort of dreading. They are regular occurrences but I never feel comfortable handling them. I can do it, no problem… it’s just that I don’t enjoy the process much. It stresses me out in a major way. It probably shouldn’t, but it does.
The good news is that the meetings are over and I can breath a sigh of relief. Now if only I didn’t have to make up the time I was late from being stuck in traffic this morning.
Frustration! Really looking forward to going home and not working in the office again until next week. It’s crazy how therapeutic working from home can be sometimes. Even when the job is stressful, working from home is just less stressful somehow. Ugh, what a crazy post-Covid world this has become, right?
Daily (goofy) Haiku for You #21
Today’s haiku for you follows a theme for posts this morning. Namely, traffic jams suck.
Traffic nightmare day.
Work from home, reduces stress.
Why do we commute?
Far From Home
Daily writing prompt
Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.
The furthest I’ve ever been from home is San Diego, CA. Completely on the other side of the continent. A place where the ocean is west instead of east. It feels weird.
We went on our honeymoon in 2009 and have returned a couple of times since then. We had plans to go back this year but they have been scrapped in favor of other ideas. We will get back there one of these days.
I can say in all honesty that if ever I had a reason or a need or a desire to move away from Greater Boston, San Diego would be my first choice for a new home. I had no idea on that first trip that I would love it as much as I do.
Daily (goofy) Haiku for You #20
I wrote this yesterday. A whole day early! What’s wrong with me?
A haiku for you inspired by the just-passed holiday weekend and the upcoming weekend to Florida trip.
Short work week this week
Short work week next week as well
Vacation, babie!
My Ideal Home
There are two answers to this question.
The first answer is the honest, real answer. My ideal home is the home I have today. Why? Because Jen is here with me. In my eyes, and in my heart, my ideal home is where ever she and I are together. Simple. Perfect.
The second answer is the fantasy, you-just-hit-the-lottery kind of answer. Huge kitchen, huge master bedroom, big bedrooms for both kids and a couple of extra guest bedrooms, an in-law apartment, a huge ass recording studio with all the best toys and all the best bells and whistles, office spaces for me and Jen, a big game room/lounge space, a huge yard with a screened in gazebo, a pool/jacuzzi area, a big library/den space, a theater room, and all of that awesome rich people shit that we would likely never use. You know, the fantasy house.
I don’t need the fantasy house because I already have the real ideal house. Jen and I are here together and that’s all I want. That’s the difference between a house and a home to me. We have a home.
Prep
I mentioned in yesterday’s daily writing prompt post… I think it was yesterday’s at least… that I’ve been writing pointless blog posts for about 17 years. I did something today that I have never, in all that time, done before. It has to do with my dumb haikus for you’s thing.
I have a new note on my iPhone where I have already written tomorrow’s haiku for you.
I did prep work. Really. I feel so gross. Like, this page is supposed to be spontaneous brain droppings, right? Where do I get off doing prep work?
Whatever. Anyway…
I have a couple of tasks for work that I wanted to crank out this weekend. It’s 7:11pm on the final day of this glorious three day weekend and I haven’t even started them yet. What the hell is wrong with me?
I had a bad case of what my mother used to call “the hungry horrors” after lunch today. I feel like I had a full days worth of between meal snacks in the space of about 30 minutes. It turned me into a giant gas bomb that’s ready to burst at any moment. It wasn’t bad enough to ruin dinner (I didn’t eat anything for four hours prior to dinner) but it’s left me uncomfortable and distracted. Blah. I have to push through and get that work done before I go to sleep tonight. Moron.
Okay, time for Robert to buckle down.
Daily (stupid) Haiku for You #19
A Labor Day Haiku for You inspired by my never watching network television anymore.
It’s Jerry’s Kids day.
Remember the telethon?
Do they still do that?
Tears of Joy
What brings a tear to my eye indeed? Here is a list of a few candidates…
- MAGA candidates losing elections, then getting charged with crimes when they try to overturn the legitimate elections they falsely claim were stolen from them. As joyous as those charges are, they really need to turn into actual convictions. Those are going to be worthy of two tears of joy, let me tell you that for nothing.
- That moment when you’re recording some music and you get through a whole take without screwing up. Major tear of joy moment.
- That moment when a new Jedi successfully uses The Force for the first time. Three episodes into Ahsoka, I’m looking at you, Sabine. Show us what you (probably don’t) got, kid.
- That moment when you finally get that mosquito that’s been buzzing past your ears for the last hour. Squish, babie.
- You’ve closed all three rings on your Apple Watch Activity App, you’ve hit your water goal for the day, and you’ve hit your protein goal for the day. All of your health goals are complete and you can stop thinking about it until tomorrow. Total tear of joy moment.
- Photographs with blurry backgrounds. Pardon me while I wipe away that tear of joy.
- Not to double back on Star Wars, but I love you. I know.
- Not to double back on Star Wars yet again, but that moment where the proton torpedos drop into the exhaust vent. Yeah… that’s the stuff right there.
Yeah, this was a really bad question. Hashtag sarcasm all over this sucker.
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