haiku for single people, #3. and #2 redux.

Mathijs, the “true optimist,” has gotten me to change the name of this series of posts. But, being the unflagging optimist that he is, he didn’t want to stop there. He actually took the time to re-write my last haiku, with the idea of making it more positive.
Now, we need to cut Mathijs some slack on his first attempt – he is an exceptional computer programmer, but wrote his first haiku before looking up what a haiku actually was.
As a reminder, here is my original poem:

King sized bed, empty…
No snoring either, hooray!
Damn cat keeps me up.

And here is Mathijs’ poem, the happier version:

King sized bed, all by myself…
No snoring either, Hooray!
Cat loves this huge cuddle space with me.

Well, there’s my problem! I haven’t been thinking of my bed as a cuddle space lately! Thank you Mathijs for changing my perspective.

Now, anyone want to take a crack at #3??? This one is inspired by the anticipation of cooler weather & being a single homeowner:

Who cleans the gutters?
Could someone help with my sink?
Don’t all speak at once…


summary of today’s run.

Time: 05:10
Distance: 3.6 mi
Location: the hood
70F (!), clear, starry sky with the perfect crescent sliver of a waning moon

Mile 1
Song: White Light – Wilco
Comment: Wow, I’m not sure how much more I can take but Wilco is telling me things are alright…

Mile 2
Song: Ladies of the World – Flight of the Conchords
Comment: Sorry about that, rabbits (details will remain between me and the rabbits)

Mile 3
Song: Run Like an Antelope – Phish (studio version)
Comment: Working up to running 9 miles by the end of October is going to be interesting…

Mile 3+
Song: Eyes of the World – Grateful Dead, live, circa 1973-1974
Comment: This song makes me feel better every time (except for versions from the early 80’s when it sounded like even Bobby Weir was on coke).

Summary: Running at 5 a.m. parallels the rest of my life right now… it’s dark in places, I can’t really see where I’m going, but I trust that the surroundings are still there, and are solid – and if I keep going, things will change. And it’s definitely good to enjoy the journey. It can transform you.


tattoos and the single girl, part 1.

I have a tattoo. Lots of people have tattoos. How carefully do you think all those people think about what they’re doing before they get their tattoo?
I admit, my tattoo was a kind of a quick decision. I remember exactly where I was when I realized what I needed to do. I was vacationing in Sunset Beach last summer, driving up PCH to go grocery shopping. On the bridge between Sunset Beach and Seal Beach, stopped in traffic, I looked at the guy driving the old beat up Volvo in front of me (I know, seems like an unlikely source of inspiration for much of anything, really). I saw his arm – it was covered in tattoos. And all of a sudden it hit me. I need a tattoo! To come home from vacation with a permanent reminder of my time at the beach seemed like a very good idea.
And so here it is:

If you can’t see it very well, it’s a tiny ‘OM’ symbol. The sound of the universe. I chose it so that I would remember that even when I may feel alone, I’m always connected to something that’s bigger and more important than myself. I chose my wrist so that I could see it easily. But, I’m not allowed to show it at work, so I have to wear a watch over it most of the day. Not that you can force the concept of time on the ultimate nature of the universe, but you know, I try.
How you feel about tattoos could be an indication of how you approach relationships. Well, it’s plausible, isn’t it?
First off, do you even like tattoos? If not, why? Do you think they’re unsightly? Perhaps you think they’re ugly; you’re more of a clean livin’, no fuss, no muss kind of person. Do you prefer a relationship that’s the same way? Clean and simple – no drama, no fuss. And in some cases, no meaningful length of time…
Or you don’t want to mark up your body with anything permanent…? How come? Do you not want to commit to it? Is there nothing that has enough meaning to you, to have it permanently inked on your skin?
Do you like tattoos but are afraid to get one because it’ll hurt? Scared to try something new?
OK so if you like tattoos, how come? What about them? Do you like the idea of carving something into your body because you like the way it looks? Does it have personal meaning to you? Do you want a permanent reminder of something, to carry with you? You’re not afraid to make that commitment?
It’s pretty obvious that many, many, (many) people get tattoos that most likely weren’t really thought out very well ahead of time. Well couldn’t you say the same about relationships?? Um, HELL yes…