Being forty-two
is like being forty-one
one year later on
If your kids are good
they will swap the cake numbers
to say “24″.
When your husband gives
you chocolate covered cherries,
that is truest love…
’cause he hates cherries
and so you know he won’t be
stealing yours away.
Free! Free! Free, free, free!
We are free! Free, I tell you!
At least until three.
We went to Disney.
It was fun, and now it’s done.
Real life has resumed.
No baseball this year:
The boys didn’t want to play.
More home time for us!
Robins built a nest
in the hedge by the driveway.
Three babies have hatched
Some doves built a nest
underneath our deck out back…
too high to look in.
If you just use cash
for all your food purchases,
you spend a lot less.
Pedaling a bike
a hundred and fifty miles
really seems daunting.
Writing good blog posts
is hard when I am busy.
I’ll try to improve. 
Brent woke me at six
to ask if school was canceled.
I said, “I DON’T KNOW!”
A moment later
he turned on the morning news
and got his answer.
Why have my children
been up since before sunrise…
well before normal?
It is so that they
could sit around all morning
at home and not school.
I doubt that I will
get very much done today
with the banshees here.
At least there is some
actual snow on the ground
for this occasion.
(thought I’d attempt a recipe in haiku form, just to see if it could be done)
Half cup of popcorn —
whichever kind you like best —
into a big pot.
Add your cooking oil
enough to coat the kernels
and turn on the heat.
Grind some kosher salt
in a coffee grinder, fine.
Shake in and combine.
Grab a piece of foil
and be sure to punch some holes
for steam to escape.
Cover pot with foil
and wait for the popping sounds.
Potholders are good.
Shake shake shake shake shake.
Keep on shaking till it’s done…
your arms might get tired.
Dump it in a bowl.
You won’t need any butter
if the oil was right.
Make another batch, quick,
because chances are your kids
will take all of yours!
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