More Haiku

The first one is a re write (well I added a little cos I got my syllables wrong) - Thanks JC although I suspect there will be more.


Ice cream

Great glorious
mouthfuls of creamy luscious
Cold. Lick, lick, lick. Hmmm.....


Chocolate

Sensual oblong
cool, unsatisfying
object of desire.


Deprivation

It's so weird -
visualising bed; craving
sleep and dreams.



Bob's Philosophy

Bob said "Born to
be slapped and scream; die
screaming silently."



I don't know - are they better - maybe better meanings. Hope you enjoy and JC I don't mind if you check syllables and let me know.

dix

Attempts at Haiku

Writing Haiku for me, is really just about trying to be creative - trying to get something happening with my writing, however small - much like blogging really - I am writing of a sorts and something may just come out of it.

I brought my friend JC a present for Christmas called Haikubes, little cubes of words and themes to inspire Haiku. My daughter brought me the same set so that we could play together over the long distance that divides us at the moment.

This week I sent her 20 random words chosen taken from the shaken up cubes and we both produced some work. But for me, not without issues. I thought it would be fairly easy to follow the 5,7,5 rule but sometimes syllables are quite hard to work out even though I repeat the words over and over and still couldn't be sure that I had got it right. I really enjoyed the process and am really glad to be creating something however poor.

At the moment I am trying to persuade JC to post hers as well, not only on her blog but on our creative blog Cherry Picker as well. We'll see but I will keep on trying. Anyway here is my attempts.

Smelly Dog

The anal glands
on my dog’s bottom squeezed
of smelly pus. Ouch!

Sleep Wars

Hmmm .., alternative
places swim right by me:

as sleep evades.

Giant Visions

Lots of glorious
glancing giants just because
I consume blue gin.

Ice cream

Great glorious
mouthfuls of creamy
Cold. Lick, lick, lick. Hmmm.....

I have changed the punctuation a bit, not sure it if is right but worth messing about with. I have enjoyed the process and will try more.

Might see if I can make my Bob words in Haiku - that could be interesting.

Dix

This year I have been mainly eating Jelly....

It's true. Since the beginning of January I have been eating loads of jelly. And I am really enjoying it. It started with just a silly thing - I was tidying my kitchen cupboards and found this jelly all nearly out of date. Well I thought silly to throw it away - so I didn't.

I made up pints of orange, strawberry and blackcurrant jelly. I have been eating them on their own, or with ice cream or with cream or sometimes with both.

I like to make up my jelly with lemonade and that worked out well as I had some 'still fizzy but not for long' lemonade left over from Christmas. When you add it to the warm jelly it fizzes up and if you can get it to set quick enough then it keeps the fizzy taste.

When you eat it it kinda melts fizzy like into the mouth - which is really nice and feels kinda wonderful.

I am wondering why I am enjoying the jelly so much. Am I regressing to childhood, enjoying the child like food of jelly. But I have always eaten vodka jelly at adult parties so maybe what I really want is a bloody good party. I like the melting, lumpy, fruity taste in my mouth - no rude comments here please - the taste and texture.

When I was a child I used to steal the telly from the cupboard and pull of cubes to eat. Me and my brother used to do this often. Then we found out that eating jelly is good for bones and nail growth so we used to tell Mum that is was ok for us to eat the jelly raw (so to speak) as it would help us grow. Not sure it every helped my fingernails much as I have always bitten them (well as long as I can remember) but they have always grown back fairly quickly even though I just bite them again.

So I am going to leave now - try to find something worth watching on TV and eat blackcurrant jelly and ice cream.

See - this year I have been mainly eating jelly....

Dix

PS I love the image of the jelly brain - I think it is so cool - wouldn't that be a great jelly mould.

Over a 1000 pageviews

Total Pageviews
1,031

I am really pleased that since Nov 2008 I have had over a thousand people view my blog. Now I know that some, or maybe most of these views may have been me but even so some will have been others and for that I thank them truly.

Reaching over a 1000 pageviews is for me like reaching 100 friends in Facebook. Not really important I know, but nice and strangely fulfilling (in a kinda doesn't really matter way).

I am going to really try to blog more often this year and keep going even after Jan/Feb when I normally begin to lose a bit of interest or struggle to find the time.

Look forward to 2000 pageviews.

Thanks to everyone and anyone reading my blog - thankyou.

Dix

BR - the Fry chronicles an autobiography - Stephen Fry

I really enjoyed this book. My biggest fear was that I would read it and find out that I really didn't like Stephen Fry at all. I read the Paul O'Grady and hated him - his morals particularly put me off. But not so with Dear Stephen. He comes across as a lovely gently kind man and still very much top of the list in people I would like to meet. Strangely his Norfolk home is probably not so far from here and I often hope that I would be walking around a town and meet him. Highly unlikely but I have seen Rick Wakeman twice so I suppose anything is possible.

I realise that Mr Fry comes from a very different social class and background to me, the private school, the top rate University and just the way his life has panned out but somehow that upper crusty ness does not put me off him. I recognise his feelings about himself, confidence problems, I was surprised but pleased to read about his attitudes to sex (sometimes it feels so old fashioned not to want to sleep with everyone you meet) and his family.

There were parts of the book that I found, well a little boring, full of posh bit I guess, but I loved the way he only had nice things to say about people and how he showed real love and respect for his friends. I enjoy watching him on TV, QI is a really favourite (although I hated it at first), even watching the endless repeats. Mind you the fact that I fancy Alan Davies has something to do with it.

I don't think I will read this book again. But I did enjoy it and I am glad I read it. An enjoyable Christmas present. Must admit I will probably pass it on - part of my new years res to move on some more book and stop hoarding.

Tiredness

It's 3.30am in the morning and I am really really tired. Why are you blogging then I hear you ask (well you would if anyone was actually reading this blog but hey, I am writing and at this time that is all that matters). I am blogging because I am at work and I need to stay awake. I am working a 10 hour night shift and I need to keep going. It gets to the stage (recently I have managed later in the night than this but this is my second night this week) when the wall hits and all you want to do is sleep - rest and sleep. And I can't do that. I have to keep going as I am the only member of staff on shift and keeping an eye on 8 people.

I am not sure I should be using the computer at all for this purpose. Somebody could be monitoring closely, but I hope not. And as it is not my own machine I am not able to add a picture which is a shame as I really like words and images on my page but not to be this time.

I am sitting here wondering why I am cleaning and caring all through the night when really I should be doing something more constructive. I should be doing something that allows me to sleep like normal people. Of course I know that in reality there are probably hundreds of people working through the night and many of them working alone like myself. But somehow that knowledge doesn't help when all you want to do is sleep or at least have a conversation with another human. I do for one reason and one reason only - I do it for the money. You get paid more money at night so I sit here thinking at least I have earned 85 quid for keeping awake and cleaning all night. Not great but better than it used to be.

Trouble is I am having one of those nights when I am 'whigging' myself out and keep thinking I hear noises and things in night. In reality there is nothing but when you are tired your senses start to play tricks on you. I still have 5 toilets/bathrooms to clean, my absolute worst part of the job but I normally leave it until I am the tiredest because it keeps me awake and doesn't take any thinking about.

I guess I better go and get on, have a coffee and keep myself moving. I have 2 and half hours before the sleep in person awakes and I can start getting people up.

Yipee toilets here I come! Wish me luck.

Be in my bonnet!

I have really got a bee in my bonnet today.

See the thing is I hate feeling like I have been manipulated. If I have said no, then normally it is for a reason - not just because 'I said so'. Over the last few months we have had lots of conversations with Boy about Tennis. He really wants to play tennis but as we explained it is very expensive and not something we could put lots of money into without knowing how it is going to 'pan out'. We have already paid for a football season that he got asked to leave and he does have this habit of starting things and then coming up with lots of reasons why he can't keep going at them. I know maybe it sounds mean but we do have to be very sensible with money and anyway he can't necessarily have everything he wants.

So what happens, he talks to his Independent Visitor, a nice lady about his birthday and says that he has always wanted to play tennis but we wont let him because of the money. So she came back to us and said why doesn't he pay for it out of his birthday money (he doesn't want anything in particular and so it make sense). Well it makes sense to me but he does not want that at all. He thinks we should just pay, pay, pay and never mind how much.

So I am thinking this about game playing to get his own way and it has actually back fired on him big time. And that has made me angry. So guess what, he is having tennis lessons for his birthday and because he has been such a little brat about it I am sooooo sticking to my guns. He has really pissed me off with the attitude. I know all children think they are hard done by and everyone else has stuff they don't but he is making a profession out of it.

I feel like a really stubborn donkey but hey it don't feel so bad.