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10-28-18 Haiku

And so the Fall ends,

Orange leaves mixed in the snow.

Holidays begin.


rJoHerman 10/28/18


It is not so much that I have been depressed…

It is more like I have been sad – that my darling daughter’s beloved died at such a young age leaving her and the kiddos with no road map for a while…how I wanted to help, but could not. They are making their way, praise God…I shall stop fretting…

It is more like I have been angry – at being fired just as I was turning sixty six years of age with a plan to work just four more years, saving and saving for a retirement celebration followed by time to read and visit.  I shall do it another way…

It is more like I have been  disgusted – with the shape of the world these days, the public servants who do not serve, the cacophonous press with its breathless shock and relentless doom and gloom… slick liars taking center stage.  I shall learn to ignore them…

It is more like I have been lonely – as friends retire elsewhere, where the sun shines ad naseum, and bugs crawl uninvited – distance does not make the heart grow fonder – just sayin’. I shall live without them.

I am tired, however,  of my year and one half pity party, my eyes glaring at others, my sighs of disdain stopping all conversation.   I am tired of being sad, and mad, and disgusted and alone – actually I do not mind being alone –

It is time to turn on the music, rather than talk radio; to dance ’round the kitchen, rather than slog to work and back.  It is time…It is time for joy in my gut spilling onto my shoes…

I’ll work on it.




They say it will snow

tomorrow… early and cold.

I shall miss the leaves.




Handsome, young man in a handsome, grey suit,

No tie, open collar, hands in pockets…business casual.

Elevator takes us to the same floor, him and me.

“Are you one of our guests?” I query.

“I am here to meet with ________  __________.”  (I think that is our CEO)

“Ah,”  says I.  “It’s a good day for a meeting.”

“Why do you say that?” he asks, finally looking at me, no smile.

“It’s Thursday…”

Blank look…

I grin, door opens, we move in opposite directions.

It was a good day, all in all.


Julie took the blue for her Bloody Mary pickles!

Max, for a watercolor painting!       

Ryan for her poem about the color pink!

The Gonzales trifecta hit the Denver County Fair without mercy!

They all take first place in my heart!



Once, years ago, when broke, but determined to build my library, I started buying up $1 “classics” and bargain books. $1.00 was the limit.  One such book was by Philip Roth, which I THOUGHT was entitled THE BEAST.   I thought, aha!  Some gothic, psychological tome by a master of the absurd.

When I got home, and pulled it out to read, I realized the correct title was THE BREAST!       uhhh?

HILARIOUS!   This man who loves women’s breasts one day bursts, his bones disintegrate, his legs, arms, head submerge, and he BECOMES an actual breast… he is taken to a research hospital to live his life in a hammock HAAAA…   he was a college professor, so he thinks he can grade papers, if someone will read them to him (his eyes are lost somewhere in the flesh)… he is highly offended when  people cannot take him seriously, and spend their time laughing. He makes frequent appeals to “Dear Readers,” for compassion and understanding, sigh.   It was a surprising, great read I’ve never forgotten.

So, this morning, on news of his death, I lift of my cup of coffee to Philip Roth, Author Extraordinaire…life well shared, stories well told…when we miss him, we can read his books, and imagine he’s sitting in a chair across the room waiting for the laughs….



The Great British Baking Show has captured my attention.

I am oft unsure just what they’re making.  What IS a spotted dick?

Four types of sponge, self saucing cake, and I must not fail to mention

Pork pies, fruit pies, crispy, tasty biscuits, all making a hopeful sick,

what if  Mary Berry, or Mr. Hollywood miss a baker’s favorite trick.




Paula has the job of keeping Ted fed.

She always makes a healthy meal before Ted goes to bed.

Sometimes she cooks up pasta in a luscious tomato sauce;

Sometimes a juicy tofu pie, egg washed to a high gloss.

Ted tells us all how wonderfully she masters every meal.

So we all try to visit once a year an excellent meal to steal.


written whilst watching the Great British Baking Contest…  I do think they are picking on Norman, whose goodies quite good to me.


TED’S BIRTHDAY LIMERICK, for what it’s worth


There once was a tall man named Ted.
Who constantly rolled out of bed.
God bless his wife, Paula,
she tried to stop every fall – ahh
but she could not keep Ted’s head in bed.
Note: it’s not about the content, but more about the rhyme…