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Haiku Challenge Day 10~
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I seemed to have jumped from day 7 to day nine all in the matter of less than 24 hours. I really am out of it. Here is day 9 of the Haiku challenge:
http://pendownmythought.blogspot.com/2011/02/haiku-challenge-28-days-28-haikus-day-9.html
- for haiku challengeday 9
The grass under our feet
Grows sideways ahead of
The piglet’s eventual escape
‘The Haiku Challenge’
Hello everyone, I saw Jingles post and had to jump in.
Today’s path fades
Water and sun drift over me
Editing my lines
Here is the link :
This has been an interesting, if not tiring past six weeks. I ended November by getting a cold, not an ordinary cold; this cold drained me, and hung on like a leech.
Uriah during this time, actually, right at this moment- four-o’clock in the morning-Uriah has taken to barking. Every second, he barks! Like a clock ticking down. Then, once and hour he decided to go all out and get angry at his bedding, which he has torn to shreds. I ask him over and over, “What is wrong with you?” He looks up, wags his tail and heads for his water bowl.
Now, Uriah is in a dog cage. He is untrustworthy to allow free rein to the house while I am sleeping. He loves to tear into the garbage, his favorite pastime, second to eating cat poop.
Uriah’s water bowl is outside his cage, it used to be in his cage with him. I had to remove it this past December, because the first thing he has taken to doing, once he is put in his cage for the night, is tipping that bowl over… on purpose…
No! He doesn’t have to pee!
I found that out by standing outside in the freezing, yet beautifully quiet darkness. While Uriah sits at my feet, and looks around… I have to walk him out into the snow, and point to the ground. Even then, all he will do is drop to the ground and roll in the snow.
He can hold his water longer than any dog, or person for that matter, that I have ever known, and I am counting my youngest daughter’s ability, or inability to hold it. I can ask, beg, and order her to hit the bathroom before we get in the car. I will stop three times on the road, and each time she will say she doesn’t have to go, at least not until we are five minutes from our destination and she needs to stop immediately.
Kids and dogs –gotta love ‘em…
It is well below freezing. Somewhere outside the coyotes are barking. Every night wandering and dawn roaming creature must be laughing at Uriah’s barking. Or, they are highly irritated by it.
I think, his age has caught up to him and he is going senile. Michael wanders past me, muttering his opinion, “He is just a bad dog who won’t listen.”
I roll my eyes as I hear paper rustling in the kitchen. I catch Michael rummaging around in ‘my’ hidden bag of cookies.
Uriah starts up his tick-tock barking. Michael, points past me with wide eyes, “He’s a bad dog, told you so!”
I frown.
“What!” Not even trying to hide the handful of cookies, he mutters, “If I eat these cookies, I’m helping you lose weight.”
“Really! Really!” I growl back at him. “Just like Uriah helps me by eating the garbage, so I don’t have to drag it down the driveway on garbage day!” I raise my hand up silencing him before he can answer.
I wonder if they sell husband cages…
My Sony camera is back in for repairs…
My novel is making an attempt at writing itself…
And I didn’t make any new resolutions this year, I decided to try and catch up with all the past ones first.
I hope everyone is doing well.
And, If you have any ideas on how to stop Uriah from barking, well, I’m listening.
I have been keeping up the word count for the National Novel Writing Month. But,… there is no way I can write a good novel in a month, at least not without a year of editing.
I started out without an idea, storyline or characters.
Then, I decided to use an odd character I drew up a few years back, she was never developed. Problems in my writing are caused by not rounding out characters, or just over thinking them.
I have a different storyline I have been working on and I didn’t want her to take over that universe.
So this one had to tell me who she was, what was her secret and flaw.
To keep her straight in my head, and allow her to move about. I followed what Michael told me, keep your ideas in one universe. I thought that will work! It would keep all my characters, and their reality’s straight.
So this character, -protagonist- is in the same world of a different storyline I am working on.
Once I set her in their world, the words started to flow.
She was not part of my first idea. She has her own problems. I am having fun.
I have no idea on what I will say in the videos beyond the date and word count. The videos last about two to three minutes. On Saturday, I was watching a Doctor Who marathon-well; we went hunting out the Doctor! I think lack of sleep is getting to me. I have to laugh at myself 🙂
This is to let everyone know, I am alive and well-crazy.
I hope everyone is doing great.
I was looking through some old pictures and came across my first publicity photo, taken many years ago. Notice they spelled my name wrong.
When I was thirteen we moved and that doll was left, sitting on a top shelf, all alone. Heavy sigh! My mother kept insisting it was packed. She lied! During those thirteen years, I only touched it once and that was for this picture..
My mother thought it was cursed or something.
I had gotten very ill after that picture was taken and nearly died. So, no matter how many times I told my mother I wasn’t dead, she still wouldn’t let me play with the doll.
I remember staring up at it, sitting all by itself, in its box, thinking how pretty she looked. Every day I said, hello to her. One day I made an attempt to drag a chair over to the shelf and try and reach her. I nearly fell off the shelf, and I nearly got caught.
Luckily my sister, my partner in crime, had wanted to play with her, too. She had been holding the chair steady. She stood by silent, as my mother waggled her fingers at us and told us over and over again, how that doll got me sick…
Poor pretty little doll! She seemed so lonely.
My mother must have thought my comics were cursed; she tossed them out when I was fifteen.
I copied the flip side of that newspaper clipping; Frank Sinatra, Rita Hayworth and Kim Novak.
MONDAY, JUNE 21th
World Peace and Prayer Day
All Nations, All Faiths, One Prayer
http://www.wolakota.org/menu.html
Chief Arvol Looking Horse Who Sits on the Mountain Top, Chief to the Spirit of the Lake People, Lakota, Nakota and Dakota, known as the Sioux Nation-
Is calling for a day of prayer
With the oil spilling into our waters we need prayer. I wrote this poem with all the above in mind.
The earth cries and
We pray for help
To stop her bleeding
We cry salty tears into pools of oil
We drown in her blood
We choke on the smell of her death…
We pray for healing
We pray to stop insanity that
rips out
her life’s blood for money
We pray the pain that courses through the land will heal
We pray that those with power will
Stop!
The vampirism of the earth
We pray with tears and sob on our knees
The earth’s breath wafts across the lands singing out
Why rip into her heart when
progress
is in the wind
Hear the cries
Pray…
Yesterday and this morning I took my walk looking up. The trees are just starting to bud. And the flowers are just beginning to show their colors.
The ground is littered with dried left over leaves, brittle and grayish brown, crunching under foot. Even as the grass makes an attempt to turn green, as the moss pulls on its most brilliant lime green coat of the season. The main show is taking place above ground; branches are turning colors as spring moves through them. Don’t miss the show!
“In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of four and twenty hours.” ~Mark Twain
Within the past two hours, I have seen heavy fog, thick dark grey clouds, and a bright blue sky, that shifted to a pale whitish-blue.
A bellowing cloud of smoke passed through my house as the farmer burned off the dried grass around the creek bed. The thick heavy smoke made it a little uncomfortable to breathe. So Uriah and I headed off to the mail box and I took pictures of the blooming, Pussy Willow as Uriah disappeared to wade in the pond.
Uriah came back out of the cold pond and pulled his fat tummy across the grass, this is his way of toweling himself off…
I had a wonderful birthday! My husband took me out for a late lunch at Red Robin, their specialty is burgers. Then he bought me a camera I am trying to figure it out. Luckily, the cats are just as interested in the odd sounds it makes, as much as the wrist strap that I keep forgetting to put on my wrist. Every time I came near them they stopped and stared.
Even though I hate hair dye, it is time to try again. I saw the necessity when I turned the camera on myself. I had just washed my hair, what a lovely picture …No it wasn’t! I just couldn’t figure out how my Grandmother appeared in the room! I do miss her!
We also went to the Petsmart where we met Doug; he was working and told us about his seventeen cats he saved from shelters. So many people with kind hearts, they do without to help injured and homeless animals.
My morning walk outside was like walking in a cloud. Standing out in the yard I faced towards the west, the house was in front of me, it was similar to standing in a steamy bathroom. I should have felt down, with all that grey and off white. But I didn’t! There was a feel in the air, anticipation of tomorrow. Something was happening somewhere and I wanted to see it unfold.
The snow was melting underfoot. I checked out the low area near the trees to the north. I expected water, but I was met with ice. The ground was frozen solid. All the dry air that held in the sub zero temperatures at the beginning of the year had pulled out all the moisture under the snow. So the snow and rain hasn’t caused any flooding, yet.
The first picture, I took by the front door. You can see the cement front step, the snow and the darkness with the fog beyond.
I added a picture of Kenshin; I like how he seems to blend in with the rug.
He has blue eyes not red, I need to fix that.
Tomorrow I will follow Uriah around. I just hope he doesn’t try to bury the camera.
I dragged my ski pole through the snow, and watched as the snow gently wafted to the right. The frigid northwest wind had the snow settling like granulated sugar. The air was bitterly cold, and dry, while the sun blinded me in that bright blue, blue sky.
I had my scarf fastening tightly around my face. My breath irritatingly hot, sweated up the inside of the scarf. I pulled the scarf down and took a deep breath of that subzero air. The intake of freezing air into my lungs hurt. I regretted the move immediately and covered my mouth and nose.
Pheasant tracks, fresh, zigzagged ahead of me. I caught up with the bird halfway to the back of the property. It turned to the south and ran underneath the fence and raced to the west. Amused, I watched the bird clumsily hurry away. It had a grayish-beige body with a white ring around its neck and a dark sleek, purplish- black head. It leaped upward in an attempt to become air born. The pheasant rose nearly three feet off the ground, and pumped its wings hard and squeaked as it flew. It sounded a lot like Uriah’s stuffed toy.
I watched the pheasant attempt to fly west. It plopped to the ground and disappeared behind a snow drift.
I continued on..
I stopped at the northeast end of the path. In that area I was slightly higher and more out in the open. Those gentle winds burned my cheeks and froze my eye lashes.
From this point, I could see where the water, only days before, had flooded the Bog Willows. The water underneath had dried up. The top of the water had frozen in place and connected to the lower branches of the trees.
To me, it looked like someone had set up tables at a banquet hall. There was space underneath the ice for chairs and the guest’s legs. The top of the ice was covered with a tablecloth of white crystals. In this frozen field, Mother Nature quietly waited for her guests to arrive…
With the wind at my face, my feet, and fingers and cheeks froze, painfully. Reluctantly, I headed back home.
Somewhere above me a Hawk screamed. I looked upward into that bright blue sky and I couldn’t find him…
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