Ah, children!

I was imbibing with some people at my favorite watering hole (the local co-op) last night where a band - a very good country/rock band - was playing. A small child of about 7 wandered by and started chatting with one of the guys in our group. She asked him what his name was, but quickly said "No, no, don't tell me. You're Mr. Basketball. Because you play basketball." She then turns to another and says, "And you're Mr. Possum because you've got a possum on your shirt of course." Of course. Then she turns to Terry and says, "And you must be, let's see, Mr. Duck." "Why Mr. Duck?" he says. "Because you look like a duck, silly." Out of the mouths of babes...

Well, after that one, I was feeling a bit anxious about what she might choose to call me! She comes and stands in front of me, fixes me with a look that seemed to see right through me and into me, and says "You're Miss Lovely." "Why would that be?" I ask. "Because everything about you is lovely." Dear child.

So you may now call me Miss Lovely.

Bathroom Haiku

I have a magnetic whiteboard in the bathroom for all the magnetic poetry my sister Susie sent me. Here are the latest Haikus:

eternal summer
torpid ennui festoons me
some good ferment soon

love weep hope absond
alleviate a mean cloud
naked she will heal

impecunious
learning individual
inspired to want more

if every kiss were
everlasting music I
happy-est could be