3 poems and a child in a tree (now with preamble)

Three hours ago I jolted awake after two straight months of Super Blogging to realize the camping gear (from early October,) and the Halloween stuff could maybe go back in the garage to make room for the Christmas tree.

So I clean house today.

And introduce you to my hubby’s new radio station website I put together last week, which will do in a pinch.  And let me tell ya – it’s been a pinch, as we have to file an intervention with the Canadian Radio and Television Commission by Dec. 18th.  But whatever happens, it’ll be for the best.  Maybe our radio station could go satellite only?  Any way you look at it, my Jimmy rocks (is quite handsome and has majorly gravity-defying buttocks.)

Above… a preview of the “Thankful Unveiling” I’ll post tomorrow if WordPress plays nice and lets me put in all the photos I want. Jim started building that “Backyard Adventure” in March and it’s now finished on the exterior. (Yay, Jae!)

Now, on with 3 poems and a child in a tree and back to my cleaning mission!

The Migraine

light pounds

thoughts pound

large fonts pound

small fonts pound

a jet 5 miles up pounds

a scratching mouse 2 rooms away pounds

but breathing might not pound

so I fall into it

float on it

feel it

eat it

drink it

taste it

digest it

hoping it will

make me whole again

and eventually after sleep it does

The Kung Fu Instructor

The Kung Fu instructor is inscrutable.

If only he’d come right out and

say he loves me or he hates me

I could get on with this business

of being the me I think I am.

My Cat Thinks He’s A Rooster

My cat thinks he’s a rooster.