Haiku Fri…Saturday

Two Thousand Eighteen

The year has come to an end

Good riddance I say

I suppose I could resolve to stop procrastinating, but we all know that’s not going to happen.

Honestly, I resolve to keep going. Keep moving forward. Continue getting stronger, both physically and emotionally. Keep building and nurturing those relationships that are beneficial and stop propping up the ones that are not. I learned a lot in this past year and some of those lessons were painful. I’m not going to let them go to waste.

So here’s to the new year and new adventures!


Haiku Friday: Kindness

Kill them with kindness

Heap burning coals on his head

Change your perspective

Oh yeah, we got Biblical up in here. Don’t worry, I hope it’s applicable whether you are faithful or not.

On the contrary: “If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink. In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head.” Romans 12:20 NIV

I’ve noticed an interesting thing about this. Sometimes, I really can just be kind even to those that have wronged me just because being kind is its own reward. Other times, I have to think about the coals. Sure, I want to send a terrible anonymous bag of inappropriate gummy candies to someone in hopes they will catch my meaning or even just be terribly offended.  (In real life, I’ve only ever pranked people I love. You’re welcome.) Honestly, it’d be less pleasant than embarrassing candy, but we’ve got to maintain plausible deniability here. If I don’t like you, there’s a greater than zero chance that you’re a miserable human being and a lot of people hate you*. #sorrynotsorry

Here’s the funny thing though, while I’m doing the passive aggressive nice thing and internally reveling in that giant front-end loader full of fiery coals, it’s my heart changing. Don’t get me wrong, I have a vivid imagination. I can see each red hot bit searing the flesh of my enemy. I can smell it, and it is glorious. Right up until it isn’t. Right up until that moment that I can see this person is just lashing out because of their own pain and trauma and being a miserable excuse for a human being is just the manifestation of their screwed up coping mechanisms. Now that doesn’t mean I have to take any of their abuse, but I don’t have to retaliate either. I might help with the weight of the baggage, but I’m not going to allow anyone to whip me into carrying it. My act of kindness is my choice and keeps me from becoming a sad miserable human being. Soon pity replaces the coals in my technicolor fantasy. Compassion replaces anger and I again want to be nice because that’s who I am, or at least who I want to be. What’s the old saying? There but by the grace of God?

You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives. Genesis 50:20

Compassion isn’t weakness. It’s almost like an inoculation. Once you can see that people are lashing out due to their own weakness and pain, you’re free. You don’t have to take it personally. You don’t have to own it and let it tear you down. Instead, you see it for what it is, cracks in their facade. Their own brokenness. Will it save many lives? Maybe, maybe not.

I’m a long way from perfect, but I try to be a work in progress and see that other people are too. I’m pretty confident I’ve been that miserable human being to someone at some point. I’d fix it if I could, but I’m pretty sure I can’t in every case. Best I can do is keep trying and failing and trying some more. I’m tenacious like that. Yep, I’ve hurt people. There’s a pretty good chance they had it coming, but I still want to be better than that. I’ve only got one eternal soul to answer for, and it’s got scars. The least I can do is assume the others do too.

*I genuinely like people. I’m ridiculously social. I would bet real money that someone is already planning your slow and painful demise if you happen to be on the very short list of people I find to be terrible. In fact, someone was just about to post a comment asking for that list of people so they could do something about them. I won’t share. I don’t believe that even they are beyond redemption and unworthy of compassion. Besides that, someone else likes them even less than I do. 

Haiku Friday: Saturday

A haiku delayed

Procrastination happened

Saturday poem

Consolation prize! Everyone’s a winner!

Sorry. The disorganized voices in my head refuse to stand in line and give me anything that I could possibly whip into a story even though some of you (you know who you are) keep pestering me to get my butt in gear and actually write. Sometimes the dialog is awkward and entertaining though. At least in my head, but I know you want to know what goes on in my head or else you wouldn’t be here.

<insert petty argument here>

Character 1: I love you, non-romantically, but I mean it, I love you.

Character 2: Oh yeah? Well I love you too. Potentially romantically if circumstances were drastically different.

Character 1: Um…

Character 2: Crap. That was out loud wasn’t it? Like, the whole thing.

Character 1: Nope, didn’t hear a thing.

Character 2: So… anyway, would you hand me the chisel?

Haiku Friday: Black Friday

Black Friday special

Conspicuous consumption

Thankful yesterday

I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I smoked a turkey that turned out to be as tasty as it was attractive.

Thanksgiving 2018

I’m calling that a win. Michael made mashed potatoes that were divine. Nothing low fat there.

Thanksgiving 2018

My mother wasn’t feeling well, but we enjoyed the day regardless. My son had to rush off to his retail job to prepare for today’s madness, and I got to love on all the kiddos. I even busted a pickle thief in the act.

Thanksgiving 2018

So, now that we have all that gratitude out of the way, we can barrel right on into Christmas. If you’ve braved that madness to catch the best deals today, I really do hope you did well. I hope you found that perfect thing for everyone on your list and little something for yourself as well. I also hope Thanksgiving sticks with you for a bit too, something more than the pounds from overindulgence.

Haiku Friday: Life Moves On

Clutching a flashlight

Hiding in my blanket fort

Missing simpler times

Nothing lasts forever except the things that do. The creators may go, but their art lives on.

This week, we lost Stan Lee, Roy Clark, and William Goldman. Each dream weavers in their own right. My inner child wants to hide away with their creations, but I’m comforted in knowing that the joy they brought me can live on for many generations to come. Great power, and all that.


Haiku Friday: Choices

Oh Crap It’s Friday

Syllables running amok

Something something post

Oh Hai! Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. I haven’t cleaned up the place since… Well maybe since before the last administration. Budget cuts and all. I had to lay off the clerk at the refund counter. She wasn’t especially keen on being paid in exposure anyway. Her severance package includes lifetime free access to all the free ice cream this little blogger can churn out.

I had to make a choice, freeloading refund clerk or shoes. There was really no contest.


What? I’m all of 5′ 10″ in these babies.

Filler Haiku

Content creation

Something witty goes right here

Haiku Friday done

Are you happy now? See, you got your haiku for the week.


I met with an employment agent this week. They are dusting off and shining up my resume for me. Prospects are promising. I will keep you updated. I’ve cooked dinner the last 2 days without injury. Possibly a new record. Moving right along with school this session.