Christmas is coming .
What presents did you buy?
Food and clothing?
No games or toys?
How do you think the kids will react?
Christmas morning may not be as festive this year.
I just hope it is a good one.
Christmas is coming .
What presents did you buy?
Food and clothing?
No games or toys?
How do you think the kids will react?
Christmas morning may not be as festive this year.
I just hope it is a good one.
Slowly falling
drifting snowflakes
peaceful serene
Damn it’s cold.
Good thing there is hot chocolate waiting for me!
New decorations for the holidays.
Finding the old rug in a flea market.
The big renovation before vacation.
Or
simply clean your house
so that you see the walls
once covered in grime and dirt.
Struggling to survive.
Compromises made.
Sense of failure undercuts.
Overwhelming despair.
Soul crushing at its finest.
Hope and faith that it will all work out.
They may be full grown
but when the toys come out
they return to kittenhood.
Pouncing, catching and jumping
at the string or stuffed mouse.
Still the fuzzy ball of blue
is the favorite of hers.
Too bad she lost it under the hutch already.
Dirty
Underhanded
Cheat
Pity
Sentimental
Beg
Forgiveness
Ask
or
Pray.
Hard work is a good first foundation.
Discombobulated.
Out of sorts in the weirdest way.
Awesome.
My friends who keep me sane.
Benevolence.
Empathy for those who are suffering.
Frenetic.
Crazy insane energy that sums up nerds.
Nerds.
Outsiders with useful knowledge.
Society.
Humans living in close contact.
Quarantine.
When you are no longer able to talk to your neighbours.
Depression.
The result of plague fatigue and helplessness.
Hope.
Knowing there will be an end in sight someday.
Sweep out the dirt.
Wipe down the walls.
Shovel the trash into the compactor.
Fix the broken wiring.
Or at least jerry rig it for functionality.
Save the journals and other documents.
Then hope the body doesn’t collapse
from exhaustion like last time.
Desperate times.
Measures removed.
Length taken.
Measure again.
No time for fools.
Finish the gap.
Proceed to the front.
Then do it again.
Measure again.
Budget the plan.
Fly into the wind.
Let others know.
It is never enough.
Everyone must know.
Whether or not they choose to believe it.
Meowing loudly
demanding..
what?
She is a cat
and I do not speak feline.
More meows,
a few more pets
and she leaves.
Was that what she wanted?
I’ll never know.