Stress is Abundant

Pressure pounding down
Our deadlines, obligations
Stress is abundant

What is Coming Next?

Things constantly change
An unpredictable world
What is coming next?

Sunday Night Slow Down

Sunday night slow down
Children prepare for bed time
Parents watch "Mad Men"

Saturday Shenanigans

Going out tonight
Saturday shenanigans
Birthday party fun

Friday, I Love You

Friday, I love you.
You are so full of promise
Of the fun to come.

Mindless Hours at Home

September premieres!
It is couch potato time.
Mindless hours at home.

Uh-oh, I May Hurl

My stomach lurches . . .
Was it the crab cake I ate?
Uh-oh, I may hurl.

Huh?

The world is a whir.
My head spins. I watch time fly
As seconds drag by.

Big E Wants Out of My Room

Whining and groaning
"Please let me out of this room"
Paws scratch on the door

Shy Kid

Shy smile. Eyes cast down.
She slides her foot back and forth.
Glances up at me.

Stalked by a Devil Duck

I blindly run home
Is that my heart pounding, or
Or demon wings flapping?

The infernal beast, Devil Duck, is still after me. Friday morning he came chasing me and my sister. Today he flapped after me as I was bringing in groceries.

I know this is the most idiotic thing most of you have ever heard, but I am terrified of this bird. He is huge, and I already have a bad memory of being attacked by a goose. When I was a young girl, I was wearing shorts and feeding ducks at a park. The geese at the pond came after me. I had a welt bigger than a quarter where one kept snapping my bare leg. They chased me to the parking lot trying to bite me. Yes, it sounds comical, and I would howl laughing if I saw this happening on a movie, I'm sure. But, when it's you in real life, it's scary!

Forgotten Fun

Sixty-hour work week
Weekends spent on house work
We've forgotten fun

Devil Duck

Flapping at my back

I glance back and view evil

A duck attacks me

There is a duck at my apartment complex that has attacked me twice now. I was walking around the pond on Sunday, and he ran up to me head on. He was a fast runner, too! At first I thought, "How cute! He wants food or something." If Stacy equals food then yes, he wanted food.

Today the cruel, evil beast attacked me from behind. I was walking from my car to my apartment after a long day at work. I hear demon wings flapping at my back. Ice water ran through my veins, and I knew: it was that damn duck. I turned around, and he started nipping at me. He BIT my computer bag. I gently swung it at him trying to scare him away. Well, friends, that just made him angry. The beast pursued me to the stairway. I started bounding up the steps, and I heard those wings in the air. But, he decided not to follow. Thank goodness.

Now, this was no cute, little mallard. This was a beast that looks like a freaking dinosaur. It's called a Muscovy duck, and they are huge . . . just slightly smaller than geese. I hate geese. But, funny enough, I love the term "silly goose."

Get this: I called the property office, and this duck is attacking other women, too, but Animal Control won't come do anything. So, the apartment complex has to try and catch it themselves. Meanwhile they tell me to always walk around with an umbrella or something!

Here's a picture, from Wikipedia.org, of a Muscovy.

To My Niece

Silly, little face
Saying nonsensical things
Keeper of my heart

Where Does It All End?

Economic woes
Another company down
Where does it all end?

I Am Very Tired

I am very tired
I just want to crawl in bed
Stay there 'til morning

Wave of Red Fury

Wave of red fury
An insect's carcass covered
Ants devour their prey

September Sunshine

September sunshine
A lover disengaging
Warmth fades to coolness

Welcome Home

Gone from home so long
Sunset shimmering on water
Welcomes me back home

September 11 . . . A Memory

Like broken-winged doves
Papers dropped from New York skies
Terrified, we watched

I remember watching the news on this date seven years ago. For some reason, I always remember the image of papers flying down from the buildings after the planes hit. Maybe because it was the least tragic and terrifying thing to look at during those news casts.

Although I knew no one personally who perished that day, it affected me very deeply. The breath is knocked out of me every year on this date when I remember the loss, sacrifice, and terror people experienced in New York, Washington, Shanksville, Pennsylvania, and nationwide.

Family Reunion

Cousins run, scream, laugh
Two brothers long estranged talk
Grandma smiles at us

Angel's Trumpet

Oh, Angel's Trumpet
Your petals unfurl each night
Welcoming the moon

Diesel Scented

Days spent on the road
Diesel-scented travel time
Ends with Grandma's pies

Death . . . You're So Inconvenient

You ruined our plans
Death . . . you're so inconvenient
Why must you call now?

Nobody's dead - that I know of. It's just the whole concept of death and dying. It ruins so many things, doesn't it? I guess, conversely, death make us appreciate so many things, too - not take things for granted, that is. If we never died, then so many things we count as precious now maybe wouldn't mean as much.

Grooming Night

Settle down, doggy
Lie down here for your hair cut
And try not to move

Her Divorce Came Through Today

She sat at the bar
This is not a happy hour
I saw her sad smile

I received what seemed to be a random invitation to happy hour with coworkers whom I like but don't generally hang out with. I went and found out that today was the day that one of them received their final divorce papers. She was laughs one minutes and tears the next. I felt very sad for her and kind of special that they would have even thought I should be invited on a night when a person needs caring people around her.

Customer Service

Customer service
I drove across town to help
Client was happy

90210

90210
It's back in all it's glory
The angst of rich kids

Autobiographical?

Are all my haiku
Autobiographical?
Sometimes . . . sometimes not.

A friend said that some of my haiku made her worry about me . . . not all of these are necessarily personal. Sometimes I write about friends, a movie, a book, or even an overheard conversation. But, most are about me - but, not all. :)

Lazy Labor Day

Lazy Labor Day
We say goodbye to summer
Fall is in the air