On the shortest day of the year I awoke with good intentions.
I made a point of noticing the world around me at the start of the day:
Bunnies are safely harbored out of sight, out of reach, out of danger from my patrolling dogs. A siren screams in the distance. I hope everyone will be alright.
— Kim Kishbaugh (@kkish) December 21, 2018
I fed my dogs, read the news and got down to business. Continue reading
No doubt it was an errant toss that landed us two newspapers this morning: one on the porch, the other hiding in the bushes.
Will I know twice as much when I’m done reading?
Because one set of haiku simply doesn’t do justice to the speed with which she comes running when she hears me swear…
Vacuum cleaner dog
as long as you’re in the house
food spills clean themselves.
No mops needed here.
Your tongue outscrubs, out-Swiffers, Continue reading
I still play that game where one looks up at the sky and hunts for hidden shapes in cloud formations. It’s not always easy living in an urban area. Continue reading
When I stepped out on my front porch this morning, I found my neighbors down the street raking leaves from their front lawn…still. Meanwhile, my Halloween pumpkins have collapsed into flat, icy shells of their former selves, their skin paper-thin and brittle, their flesh icy and crystalline.
It’s hard to tell the difference between fall and winter at this time of year, and if you’re wondering why, perhaps the answer is that the winter solstice is mere days away. We may think of the December holidays as falling in the middle of winter—and they do coincide with the shortest, darkest days—but in fact they come with the start of astrological winter. Continue reading
Warming… comforting…
Fluido, I will miss you
when therapy ends.
Did I spell that right?
Fluido, a friend whose name
I never quite learned, Continue reading