Take a deep breath

I like breathing. I just don't like having to think about it so much.

I was recovering well from the bronchitis, thinking about gym again, and then yesterday cattitude and I did some serious housecleaning, of the sort that involves throwing away unwanted old papers, magazines, apa mailings, what-have-you, and putting things away, and lots of vacuuming. It stirred up a lot of dust.

I overdid something, had a different sort of coughing fit, and despite stopping at that point and a night's sleep, still feel as though I've strained something near my diaphragm.

Ugh.

Take a deep breath

I like breathing. I just don't like having to think about it so much.

I was recovering well from the bronchitis, thinking about gym again, and then yesterday cattitude and I did some serious housecleaning, of the sort that involves throwing away unwanted old papers, magazines, apa mailings, what-have-you, and putting things away, and lots of vacuuming. It stirred up a lot of dust.

I overdid something, had a different sort of coughing fit, and despite stopping at that point and a night's sleep, still feel as though I've strained something near my diaphragm.

Ugh.

An Elisean interlude

elisem arranged to gather several people to socialize with her while she waited for her train to depart from New York this afternoon. As part of this, she brought along earrings for haiku, this time with a twist--she said we can mail her the haiku. The earrings I picked are green-and-purple beads, 3 on each earring. The title she gave me, after asking whether I wanted goofy or serious and being told "either", was was "It's Fun-Flavoured". I drew a blank on that, and asked for the other possibility, which was "Delayed Celebration."

In the end, I used the first title. I read a few Web pages about haiku recently, one of which noted that 17 syllables of English is significantly more words/information than in Japanese, and that some English-language poets are therefore experimenting with other forms, such as 3-5-3. Hence, two related haiku:

Cotton candy melts
away, leaving only the
memory of glee.

Next summer's
Cotton candy is
Always sweet.

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I also got to hug porcinea, who was on her way to Rochester on a train leaving before Elise's, and talk to roadnotes, sinboy, tnh, cjsherwood (whom I had not previously met), and australian_joe (I hope I haven't forgotten anyone). TNH, Sinboy, Joe, and I wandered over to a nearby food court afterwards, so Joe and Josh could have lunch and we could all talk. (T and I had smoothies.) It was fun, worth the trip.

I decided it made more sense to come home for a couple of hours and then head back out than to wander around downtown all afternoon; thus, I picked up a couple of things at the drugstore, went up to Target and bought pillows, and then came back here, made tea, read my email, and wrote Elise a postcard with the haiku on it.

An Elisean interlude

elisem arranged to gather several people to socialize with her while she waited for her train to depart from New York this afternoon. As part of this, she brought along earrings for haiku, this time with a twist--she said we can mail her the haiku. The earrings I picked are green-and-purple beads, 3 on each earring. The title she gave me, after asking whether I wanted goofy or serious and being told "either", was was "It's Fun-Flavoured". I drew a blank on that, and asked for the other possibility, which was "Delayed Celebration."

In the end, I used the first title. I read a few Web pages about haiku recently, one of which noted that 17 syllables of English is significantly more words/information than in Japanese, and that some English-language poets are therefore experimenting with other forms, such as 3-5-3. Hence, two related haiku:

Cotton candy melts
away, leaving only the
memory of glee.

Next summer's
Cotton candy is
Always sweet.

---

I also got to hug porcinea, who was on her way to Rochester on a train leaving before Elise's, and talk to roadnotes, sinboy, tnh, cjsherwood (whom I had not previously met), and australian_joe (I hope I haven't forgotten anyone). TNH, Sinboy, Joe, and I wandered over to a nearby food court afterwards, so Joe and Josh could have lunch and we could all talk. (T and I had smoothies.) It was fun, worth the trip.

I decided it made more sense to come home for a couple of hours and then head back out than to wander around downtown all afternoon; thus, I picked up a couple of things at the drugstore, went up to Target and bought pillows, and then came back here, made tea, read my email, and wrote Elise a postcard with the haiku on it.