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Bullies III – A Haiku

Ms. E. Jean Carroll

Stopped the bully in his tracks

Congress needs you now

Trump says no border deal? That’s not his decision to make. Get Ms. Carroll that red cape she so clearly earned, and send her in. Where Congress fears to tread, let everywoman, everyman, your regular Joe who sits on a jury to use common sense and slay the bully who has terrorized the US of A for nearly a decade.

If you’re planning to follow Trump over whatever cliff he heads for next, think about this. Would you let your own daughter get anywhere near this man? Would you buy a used car from this man, who will send out goons to threaten you if you get a better deal from the other guy down the street?

Does Congress really have a 15% approval rating? At this point, fixing the border and providing needed aid to Ukraine and Israel can only help those numbers go up. No matter what Trump tells you to do. Think about it.

As a matter of fact, Congress doesn’t deserve this caped crusader, as it has refused any sane action when it comes to the misdeeds of 45. You’re on your own. Readers, our only choice is to vote out all the election deniers and mysogynists. Start with a blank slate and together we can fix the problems and let the “outs” figure out where they went wrong before running to represent “the people” again. Dee

To Chopped’s Ted Allen

Baskets, strange items

Lactose, pork, monkey brains and Twix

Glad I’m not on stage

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I made those up but you could have reindeer, coffee beans, jujubees and cement. Or chicken feet, lime jello mix, pummelo and glasswort. All in 20 minutes.

Or carve out a beef heart from the live animal and mix it with a part of beef it came from, duck beaks, nopales and live sea urchin. That’s thirty minutes.

Perhaps paper dirty baby diapers, Cheerios, rice baby cereal and bottled baby apricots.

How about purposefully overcooked Bistecca Fiorentina, overcooked and grey asparagus in spring, gooey overcooked risotto and a curdled panna cotta.

Now these can be new contests! Cheers, Dee

Stories

my loves lie snoring
in our bedroom, sound asleep
awaiting just me

Of course the dog will have taken over my pillow by now.

I’ve been sitting at my desk and watching the Coast Guard ice cutter go to and fro so that the shipping lanes are clear. The Coast Guard is fascinating to me because about a year and a half ago a summer storm came up out of nowhere and their helicopter hung overhead, stationary, in 70 mph winds for an hour making sure every small craft was off the Lake and towed out of the water.

It was simply amazing. When I was 11 we had a substitute teacher for a couple of weeks and he wanted to teach us science by learning about planes and helicopters. I learned about altimeters and flaps but also Sikorsky’s and wanted to pilot a helicopter more than anything. Then I got into horses, then dogs. Boys came along way later. We had two male next-door neighbors and we’d play ghost man softball or build sand castles or they’d throw snakes at us. We were kids!

Oh, as to the drycleaning issue, I was admonished by the manager here for bringing her a problem that was one initiated by the cleaner. I agree. But this gal has no customer service capacity as of now (I suggested she get more training, not be fired). Now she’s here again tonight giving me the silent treatment and a glare, a juvenile trick that may have worked with her parents but I pay her salary. The more she messes up the more residents will complain and she’ll be history. I made a positive comment and said she needed more training. Now I let the rope out and she needs to know to hang on or hang.

As I’ve said, a concierge began as keeper of the keys and evolved to hotel amenities such as tickets to sold-out Broadway shows. We’re somewhere in-between and I just think this young woman doesn’t get that in an adult job, one must suck it up and do what is needed to fit the job description. I’m nice to everyone. I bring them great homemade food. This attitude is not what we pay for and expect. All for now, it’s late. Dee

Zoe Haiku

Zoe keeps my heart

Pure, Jim is also my soul

They work together

NYC

Tweeter, cheater vie

for major positions that

may kill nyc

Twitter

I may do Haiku

Tweets are unknown and foreign

No need to Twitter

 

As you’ve seen from over 1,600 posts I’ve expanded my repertoire, editing on the fly and able to do what was not easy in high school or college, writing 500 words in less than 20 minutes. If I could have done that back then I’d have been cum laude and not just Dean’s List.

I also try bad Haiku from time to time. It’s all an exercise in learning and fulfillment. Tweeting is foreign to me and I fear I may come at it with a slow learning curve.

Unfortunately grades in high school and college are based on word counts. Who decided that? So Moses rode down the river in a basket. In high school and college I was never asked to think, so learned that on my own over the years.

Now I can do the word counts in a few moments and express my thoughts. Paring down life and words may be next. Thanks, reader. Dee

p.s. I still have the first 1957 Smith-Corona portable electric typewriter my Aunt gave me for my high school graduation. It was the envy of the dorm pre-computer age. I wrote some good papers on that typewriter.

p.p.s. Not as well as I do now with editing and spell checvkvo

 

Writing Styles

For the past few weeks my husband has been Lord of the Living Room, looking for work as are many Americans. He tells me he wants me to read an email he’s writing and thousands of keystrokes ensue. Granted, he’s used to writing code so writing prose is a bit of a challenge.

A half-hour passes and he shows me three sentences. I delete one for him and he sends it off.

He writes a novel and edits it down to nearly the nub of the issue. He is very precise with his content and aside from an occasional spelling error or TMI, he’s right on the mark.

I write. I write as I think and will have this post done in under ten minutes. Why? Because that’s how I work. And I’m not dealing with recruiters or a job.

I love seeing how other people go about writing letters, a blog, a condolence note or even a “welcome to the neighborhood” note. Yes, I still use paper and have several species of note cards available when sending something to a sick neighbor, or someone whose loved one broke up with them by email. How tacky.

For all this I must thank my parents and my aunt, the English teacher. Five hundred words were a hurdle back in high school. I’m at 216 words now and haven’t even broken a sweat.  And you read me! Thank you! Dee

Ted and Haiku?

Just saw we got a hit on Beat Ted, do you think it’s Ted Allen’s people? I’m sure he’s important enough to have “people” now. What happened to his show? Surely he’s more intelligent and food savvy than most of the “food personalities” on TV these days.

This blog was started beginning of June and we had a haiku contest and challenged Ted. No response. I’m not ready to go through that again but especially thank the winners, pdxknitterati and Pam for writing in.

Oh, well, Ted, you can always submit a haiku and the blog readership can judge it. Dee

Haiku

Remembering Mom
is like making a puzzle
Who knows what piece fits

dac 9/28/08

Water

we now have water
life’s blood, needed resource for
our bodies and souls