Congratulations all around! We survived another Black Friday, just in time for Small Business Saturday and Cyber Monday.
My Christmas tree is up. The Advent calendar hangs in the kitchen, eagerly awaiting the first day of December. But my to-do list continues to grow, almost as if it had a mind of its own.
The holiday gift shopping is underway. Santa’s naughty-and-nice list is open. Baking ingredients are collecting in the cupboard. The festive holiday attire hangs in the closet. The family calendar is filling up. And Christmas preparations are beginning to pile up.
Something’s gotta give.
Just yesterday, weathering the Black Friday crowds for a not-so-quick stop at Target, my teen and I left the store one shopping bag short.
Guess what! The store staffers found our missing parcel. All we have to do is return to the store, find a parking spot, run the gauntlet of hurrying humanity and retrieve our errant items.
I was relieved and grateful to find (by phone) that our absent purchases were located and saved for us. Still, did I really need another errand on this busy weekend?
Christmas spirit or chaos?
It’s easy to grow more muddled than merry during the holiday season. Maybe you know the feeling.
Frantic, or Pedantic?
I just don't get it.
Perhaps I am delayed.
I just don't get it.
A five-chore list I've made.
I just don't get it.
The edges, they are frayed.
I just don't get it.
My focus, it has strayed.
Perhaps I am delayed.
I just don't get it.
A five-chore list I've made.
I just don't get it.
The edges, they are frayed.
I just don't get it.
My focus, it has strayed.
I just don't get it . . . done.
Note:
The triolet is a popular poetic form with a well-defined structure. This traditional eight-line poem, penned in iambic pentameter, contains four couplets and follows this rhyme scheme: ABaAabAB. Usually, the 1st, 4th and 7th lines match – as do the 2nd and 8th lines.
My triolet departs from this pattern somewhat. Hey, call it poetic license.
Image/s:
Tuckered-Out Santa
Creative Commons Licensing photo
"Somewhat?"
ReplyDeleteIsn't that like saying that a 95 degree day in January (in northern Wisconsin) somewhat departs from traditional winter weather?
I think you just don't get it! But that's OK.