What is it about...

dreams. I think I promised my readers some time ago that I would stop posting about my somnabulistic adventures. However, last night's dream led me to wonder why my subconscious loves to mess with me? Who knew I had it in for myself? It's just not cool, self.

Haiku Friday

does the gard'ner who

planted yon Oleander

pass by and think - mine!

Why is it

that Les Petits refuse to learn the modern art of hanging up a damp towel?

Jewelry box

Gorgeous blogger Privilege (found via gorgeous blogger Beverly Hills Branchee) has a fun and practical contest going that I really want to win! I wish I could say go vote for me but it is going to be a random drawing - dang! The prize is a Rowallan Jewelry Keep and considering I just co-hostessed a jewelry party last Friday - oh! did I not post about it? That's because no one came. Well, that's not exactly true. My mother and sister came. My sister-in-law came. My sister's sister-in-law came. And just a couple of true blue friends came. I put out some wine and some snacks - nuthin' fancy. Suffice it to say that I came out slightly ahead (jewelry-wise) and will be receiving post haste a few new sterling silver pieces. As will my sister. So Privilege, if you're reading this, please let me win! Pierpont heard a little birdie say that a trip to Hawaii just might be in my future!
See how perfect it is?

Friday Haiku

Not superstitious

just in case, throw some salt back

feeling lucky yet?

Veterans Day

*

Two Tours

two weeks old I was
a belated telegram
announces my birth

Cronkite interview
was one of many "highlights"

of your time in Nam

run toward the flames
"the Old Man's still in the bird!"
turn around again

the unnamed hero
in the newspaper story
Nana clipped and saved

a father of four
receiving reel-to-reel tapes
sounds of family life

"Daddy's coming home!"
unshaven and underweight
we hardly knew you

the stories you tell
(I keep saying "Write a book!")
tell us who you are

Daddy I love you
too many times you had to
fall out of the sky

*Ken McFadyen, Disembarking from Chinook helicopter

Tell me the truth

Is everyone getting tired of my Haikus? Because I could do one just about every day. With or without a picture. Seems all I'm capable of these days. What say you?

Penny for the Guy

I'm fundraising to collect -

plotting doesn't pay

et tu, michael?

mighty guardian

my fierce and wrestling angel

pierce me and be done.

Really Mad Lib

Dear {man/ woman/ idiot} that sideswiped my car this morning. Just because you were {late for work/ drunk/ leaving a crime scene} doesn't mean you couldn't stop for a second and let me know your insurance information. I guess you figured my insurance would handle it. Which they will. But that's not the point. It's people like you that {make America great/ give me a headache/ deserve jail}. My day certainly didn't get better. I wonder if yours did.

Affectionately (not),
Tessa Scoffs

All Saints Day

Note to self: write it down.

All Hallow's Eve

Haiku Friday

in deep October

when words fail us yet again

the wind will tell all

Couldn't find it

Last night I dreamed I was home again

looking through pictures of a young me

There were stacks and stacks of pattern books

and lots of graveyard stones.

I was left behind to clean the house

but soon the doorbell rang

looky-loos to rent the place

dressed to vintage nines.

Sidetracked by a bookcase

full of wondrous prose

I'm sorting through the trinkets

each one a dusty treasure.

The images are moving fast

now, really just a blur

I want to take them with me

but I cannot hold them all.

Upon waking up this day

the truth is different now

you can't go home again

not even in your dreams.