The Turkeys 2023

Good Friends... Here are the turkeys of 2023.  Inspired by Go Dog Go, we made turkey beach party hats.  

We are missing #1 Son and Ms. Shea.  

But rest assured, their turkeys were outstanding.  

Do you like our hats? 

We had so much fun making them.  

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The Loves

I like the mini love stories the NYT puts out.  They're written by regular folk.  Less than 100 words.  Today's story was written by someone who was married to a cowboy for many decades.  I wrote this haiku about the photo she sent in with her piece:

cowboy fixing tack

horse patiently waits and wonders

about tack's importance 

I'm also a regular reader of the NYT Modern Love column.  I love the stories and the accompanying illustrations by Brian Rea.  These columns are also written by regular folk.  This week's story was by a man who didn't want his girlfriend to bring expensive cheese to a dinner party.  She broke up with him soon thereafter. I wrote this haiku about his situation.

why so controlling?  

Does cheese really matter that much?

lonely days ahead now

Then I decided to write a haiku love story about our recent weekend with our grown children. 

Rosalyn and Quinn

their giant autumn foliage 

fill up 706

It's not the best haiku but why should I worry about that?  I think it clearly communicates that these 2 people have a significant impact on our lives.  It also refers to the season which is a hallmark of traditional haiku.

Now it's time for a vacation. Glorious.  It's fun to gallivant about with nary a care in the world. 

The Blow Up

 

Halloween on a Tuesday should be a federal crime. 3rdLand experienced a significant decrease in learning levels for 5 days straight. By the time the bell rang for dismissal each day, I felt wrung out like an old kitchen sponge. My energy reserves were so depleted I worried that I might not be able to drive the mile back to my house. 

 I like Halloween as a citizen, but as a teacher I do not care for it. Because of this year's unfortunate timing, my fatigue built up and by Friday I had a sore throat.  On Saturday I couldn't move off the sofa.  As I languished, I caught up on Golden Bachelor and watched movies.  Flora and Son was good.  Appropriate Behavior even better.  Midnight Run and Blue Jay are older classics.  See any of these films if you want to.

Most 3rdLanders had a plethora of fun stories, but come to find out, the kids with the blow up costumes had some sadness.  A dinosaur inflatable worn by one third lander deflated halfway through trick or treating.  He carried on in his own attire, a pain to explain to the candy givers. Another 3rdlander skipped Halloween altogether when his Sponge Bob inflatable went bust 20 minutes before T-or-T departure time.  His parent dashed back to the shop but was denied an exchange. Annoyed beyond all get out, this kid opted for staying home. As we all know, some losses are so devastating that recovery is impossible. You may want to boycott that store next year.  At the very least, save all packaging and receipts.  Overall, I do not recommend the blow up costumes. Too much heartache.

On Wednesday a kid came to school wearing a Xmas sweatshirt. Charlie Brown. Tiny Piano. Pathetic tree with red ornament. That one sweatshirt led to an extended, wild mashup of Halloween recollection with fervent Christmas plans. 

We're in holiday hoedown mode and I need to figure out how to stay healthy. It's not going to be a super season of holiday cheer if I end up in a coffin by New Year's.