Haiku - Change

Excitement building
Now is the moment for change!
Or maybe Tuesday…

This haiku is part of an online poetry project called One Deep Breath. It's a real cool collaboration site with a weekly post to inspire haiku in response. Thanks, sis and Susan!

French Pressed...

So we were out of coffee filters today, and Kristy and I pulled out our french press.

Let me just tell you, I forgot how good a job a press does in pulling out the beauty of the bean. We're keeping this thing out.

I'm So Proud

My wife Kristy is a stud. Or studette, however the grammar works in a feminine form.

She is an amazing wife and friend, and the supreme mother of four. She works with children daily (Littlerock Elementary rules! Yes, I'm alumni...), and has love and strength for our four crazies at home. What a stud(ette, elle, etc.). And now, this.

I am Proud Of My Wife because she entered the Seattle Marathon for this fall. She is doing the half-marathon (13 miles), but hey, I get tired driving thirteen miles.

I think she is pretty amazing. Of course, I am not biased; this is basic fact. We all know this.

What Do I Call Him?

I love fall. We went out to Lattin's Cider Mill with the Myricks last weekend. Fresh fritters, hot apple cider, and lots of farm animals to check out! On the way home we picked up some pumpkins, ready for fall carvings...

Here's my carved pumpkin...




He needs a name. Maybe someone can help me out.

Can You Stop A Speeding Train?

I am not aware of any technology designed yet that could possibly slow down the growing up of children, but if it's out there... hey, let me know.

My wonderful sprite Libby got her first "big girl" haircut today - almost five years of baby locks gone.

She looks so old with her little blonde bob. I am of course, helpless now against her wiles. Dang DNA from her mom.

Back From Another Planet

It was a great trip. The atmosphere was a bit thin, but doable. There was some stuff to do, but you have to at least know some locals; tourism is pretty much discouraged.

The upside? The sunsets. The downside? No communication with the Earth. So it was nice in it's own way, but I think I should have sent about two dozen postcards by now. But hey, I'm back.