Plate of Crazy? Yes indeed. Murphy’s Law has sown its seed…
Regression Depression
One college student home, the other not. A teen plus fridge plus car keys equals what? He sleeps ’til two then eats, then since it’s hot, He’s schmoozing, cruising, sitting on his butt… However I have told him it’s okay, He’s weathered countless pressures many months. I know he needs the sleep he stores away; […]
FAFSA Deadline, CSS. Muzzle the Ghazal for My Stress?
Lost your PIN or lost your mind? Think your taxes were a grind? FAFSA’s looming let’s just say, And CSS is days away. If you do misplace your PIN, Do not fret, you can get in. Duplicates may be obtained; The PIN site has a link for same. Oh, the joys of college years! But […]
Chipmunk Sonnet (with a Fave Chair Twist)
Shakespeare, move over… The Chipmunk Sonnet has arrived!
Variations on House Jazz for a Lazy Sunday
One. The ginger cat, posing like a sphinx on the gray front stoop, fives and tens stuffed in the glass vase on Mary Jo’s mantel, Michael Royal’s thin fingers on the clean white keys, folding chairs in the red kitchen, in the green salon, on the sloping screen porch, night’s emerging heat, its low music, […]
Breakfast Foods, Departing Broods
Ah, for the love of pizza… and sonnets.
Latvian Update: Can You Spell PANIC?
I have a vague recollection of agreeing, last evening, to host a 17-year old from Latvia, for two weeks. Did I imagine it? My body is worn (violins please), my sleep is pocked (cue the violas), my financial situation is right in keeping with the National Debt (are we up to a quartet yet?) but, […]