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Misadventurer
@hopeisstronger.bsky.social
Aspiring writer, rock climber, and optimist.
Avocado The Terrible: a character study (brought to you by whatever treat I was using to bribe her to pose for me).
December 19, 2024 at 7:45 PM
Trying not to let frustration with current shenanigans get me down, so after a great three days of climbing (I’m in so much pain! - but it was worth it!) and a walk with Daisy, here’s a little haiku to end the day:

Gold-tipped birches lean
into evening’s last light
and brighten the sky.
December 19, 2024 at 7:34 PM
Hubby and I say Happy Birthday!

… our evil cat Avocado adds, “Old man.”
December 7, 2024 at 6:01 PM
Good morning y’all! Thanks to everyone, but especially @rbreich.bsky.social and his recent Substack piece, for inspiring today’s haiku.

Hope has little strength:
It cannot bear its own weight
without us to help.
November 19, 2024 at 10:06 AM
Haven’t managed a haiku yet today … been too busy reading some wonderful thoughts for the day from some awesome posts I found here this morning.

And taking Daisy Bear on a morning wander. She says hi!
November 18, 2024 at 10:41 AM
Good evening y’all! Today’s haiku was a collaborative effort between myself and my husband. It’s the shared moments like these that really cement our relationship.

Group projects are crap.
Look at where it’s gotten us:
Kakistocracy.

Made Daisy Bear laugh.
November 15, 2024 at 5:01 PM
Avocado (Evil Cat) and Daisy Bear (Manic Dog) tell me I’ve been rude by not introducing them to y’all yet. Many apologies.
November 14, 2024 at 1:38 PM
Happy Thursday! Today’s haiku was inspired by a recent trip to Malta. My grandmother was from Valletta, and I’ve been fortunate enough to get to go twice in the last twenty-odd years.

When he presses the
button, he captures our smiles
atop the ruins.

… and some photos. I love side streets.
November 14, 2024 at 11:31 AM
Greetings y’all! As I tend to the verbose, I’ve started writing haiku to work on becoming more focused. Here’s an attempt to describe a raptor I saw above a newly tilled field:

The falcon hovers,
Its wings a blur of movement.
Such work to be still.

More to come. Also, autumn is my favorite season.
November 13, 2024 at 9:17 AM