You can’t make this stuff up, and with 5 teenagers 7 years apart, you don’t need to.

It’s quarantine haiku day. Haiku subject matter is traditionally about nature and beauty. But it’s 2020 and we’re in a pandemic, so that’s the subject.

So there I am, minding my own business as usual, when a thought pops into my head.

“It’s time to retire from teaching yoga now.”

I quit washing my hair a year ago. It crossed my mind that my hair was rarely ever dirty, like when I did the Survivor Mud Run. Now THAT required shampoo. But beyond that I wondered, did my hair ever have actual dirt in it? I concluded not, and that was the end of washing my hair. But I’m getting ahead of myself. I need to go back to Farrah, as in Fawcett.

I worked at a donut shop when I was 15. I had a co-worker and friend named Bobbie Lou. One day she pulled me aside to show me her extra curricular fun time donut activities, the little things she did to help pass the time when things were slow.

I have a reoccurring image popping into my head. It’s Jodi Foster in “Contact.” She is strapped into the seat of a rocket moving at warp speed. The force of the movement is so great it violently shakes the chair she sits in, threatening her very existence. Suddenly, the straps holding her snap, and she floats free in the weightless interior of the ship, even as it continues on it’s blistering trajectory to new lands.

In the second half of 2012 I began working on one-legged pieces on the platform, a.k.a. The Lazy Susann. It crossed my mind there was all sorts of fun to be had with one foot in the ski boot and one foot free. Most of the music I used had quite an edge to it, and the characters I created were certainly on the darker side of the spectrum. Like Satan, for example.