Sunday, November 24, 2013

The Wardrobe Shuffle©


Greetings Hairballers,

         While I know that many of you are up North freezing, we are just getting some of that cold Canadian air we’ve wanted all summer.  Spent two days with clothes covering every surface in my apartment trying to sort it out--goes to the Army of Salvation, the homeless, the trash, etc.  Funny how in just one season clothes wear out or become too small or too big.

The Wardrobe Shuffle©

         FMHorner             

It came as a surprise
or maybe a shock

that after decamping
from the North

I’d have to change
over my clothes

something I’d been doing
all my life

ah, Florida, I thought
I’d live in shorts and sandals

but no, after nine months
of unrelenting heat

I must rummage in those
under-the-bed bins

for socks and long sleeves,
a sweater and slacks

my trunk, Alberta,
holds the bulk of cold weather things

named for that province in Canada
reminiscent of the North Pole

the sun’s still shining
but it’s not 90 degrees any more

Hairballs,
f




Friday, November 15, 2013

OMG OF THE WEEK

Greetings Hairballers,


Reporters covering Sarah Palin’s book signing at Wal-Mart, were herded off and kept in a guarded room away from Palin and the public.

Begs the questions:  Why did reporters bother trying to cover this?
                            Wal-Mart and Palin are a perfect combination, don’t you think?

Also proves my point that many times we are better off sitting quietly, drinking coffee, or something stronger, while reading a magazine alone.

Here’s the link:


There are hairballs flying all over this one!

f

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Movable Art and Shattered Nerves


Greeting Hairballers,

Today, a lament, a woe-is-me, a wallow.

I beg your indulgence.  Apartment living at it’s lowest.  Well, not quite, but…

 Movable Art and Shattered Nerves©

         FMHorner

canvases hanging on the wall,
more decor than art,
meant as static things--
stay put and match the couch

a band moved in downstairs
now the paintings quake and roll
like a bad acid trip
lending vertigo to the mix

trees quiver from the bass
that comes up through the walls
as mountains, from far off China,
threaten to topple onto the TV

menopause man,
in black spandex shorts and red headband,
runs up and down the stairway
outside my door

he calls it exercise
I call it annoying
buy a sports car or
get a shot

my sanctuary of tranquility
gone to hell.  I feel
like a prisoner of war--
only I’m paying for this

Hairballs to them,
f