thanks Kyle!

moving furniture
a place to store Wil's clothing
it seems so real now

am I dreaming?

yesterday's result
still feels unbelievable
now just one more week

success!!!

interview complete
now our lucky number is
"double-oh-seven"

one more day

Wil is in London
his interview tomorrow
feeling positive

oral presentation

talking about the
project; the only team that
followed directions

a visit with Dr. Carroll

eye pressure steady
slight inflammation remains
the drops continue

Maltby Cafe

a family brunch
catching up with news about
the Delaney clan

Hooverville

friendly local bar
peanut shells dropped on the floor
Strongbow in a can

RhythmJam

children dancing, dogs
wagging tails, drummers drumming,
me dancing, smiling

...rain

snow falling last night
gone in the morning... so I'm
back in the office

...snow...

my road still icy
I happily work from home
for another day

snow!

icy conditions
gave me the perfect excuse
to stay home again

eyes

a dusting of snow
and a painful eye conspire
to keep me at home

mixed bag

at the end of a
somewhat productive weekend
finally posting...

Stuffies splitting up?

Milo unhappy
rifts opening in the band
not so Wonder-ful

happy solitude

losing track of time
is it Friday? Saturday?
more peace and quiet

Thanksgiving

I give thanks for a
quiet day of solitude,
movies, and crafting

Suz

seeing you today
made me feel so happy; like
I'd regained feeling

close call

waiting, bus shelter
wet and cold... I remember
that I drove to class

Santarchy?

my will weakening
powerless against the lure
of crimson velvet

Autumn cleaning

a long overdue
fit of vacuuming, mopping,
scrubbing -- not windows

cupcake

new pumpkin flavor
is difficult to resist
buttercream frosting

traffic

inching down the street;
blocked intersections, drizzle,
rising blood pressure

Stein

afternoon at the
5 Point with my brother Mike
solving the world's ills

happy anniversay to us

appropriate that
tradition dictates paper
my love, my best friend

offsite, day 2: no magenta fuzzy

meeting all day, then
four more hours of class at night
not feeling the love

offsite day 1: Whirlyball, the Ruins

enjoyed goofing off
with my team, but dinner was
a disappointment

Lady Constance Lytton, 2

is there anything
that I would be willing to
be imprisoned for?

soothing

adding shape on shape
repeating stitches becomes
a meditation

usability test

"You know Don Norman?"
he asked, unaware that I
was reading his book

orishas

loving samba class
personalized attention
and vibrant drumming

edgy

nervous about the
study; at least it is a
distraction from life

hopeful

finally it feels
possible; Wil's interview
just one month away

hooky

I feel much better
having taken the day off
naughty, but better

vivid

dreaming of London
the embassy a castle
Wil a questing knight

relaxed

it's the first weekend
in a very long time that
we have felt happy

happy birthday Adam

I wish that when we
last met I had told you how
much you meant to me

FINALLY!!!

Wil got an e-mail:
interview in December
just thirty-five days

twelve weeks

sending letters to
politicians; we're really
feeling desperate

T-Mo Halloween

fewer people in
costumes this year; but I left
before the children

plain

momentarily
I consider a costume
the spirit passes

@ Barbara & Taru's

the mysteries of
the pomegranate revealed
ruby sweet-tart seeds

recluse

I can easily
go the whole weekend speaking
to no one but Wil

I feel like I keep
writing the same haiku; how
art imitates life

bleak

I can't keep this up
I can't even bear to post
these gloomy haiku

eleven weeks

if six to twelve was
really eight to ten, then we
are now overdue

6:30 a.m. - 10:00 p.m.

long, exhausting day
arriving early at work,
staying late at school

Tato & Tufty

surrounded by the
furry souvenirs of our
journey together

lonely

yesterday was a
reminder of simgle life --
but worse, without Wil

Rita & Shane

family and friends
in overlapping circles
support your union

Friday

another long week
crossed off the calendar; still
no news from London

Lady Constance Lytton

jailed for her beliefs
carving a bloody V for
votes into her chest

clocks

the endless ticking
slowly marking time until
together again

samba

sadly my joyous
feelings dissipate too fast
when the drumming stops

grey

trudging through the day
each morning more difficult
to get out of bed

slip

a momentary
lapse of concentration and
I fall to my knees

things what go WHUMP in the night

will insomnia
be my constant companion
despite the new roof?

red tape

crossing off the days
serving this tiresome sentence
feeling imprisoned

hopeless

why do I write these
when I now seem to lack the
energy to post?

usability class

working with Tracy
and Leslie -- feeling happy
about our project

x-rays

standing motionless
clutching the lead body shield
knees frozen in time

Janelle

such joy in dancing
inspires my creaky knees
feeling the rhythm

long weekend

restless energy
feeling trapped, maddened by the
slowly ticking clock

Skype isn't enough

tense, quiet, moody
readjusting to leading
our separate lives

TGIF?

one week has gone by
not even an entire month
empty weekend looms

i (heart) carol

glimmer of sunshine:
my new samba instructor
she's an otter, too

wednesday

settling into
a dreary routine; one day
much like another

office

corner cubicle
secluded, quiet; still I
cannot keep focused

jet lag

dry-eyed, wide awake
exhausted but still sleepless
hearing the clock tick

farewell

where did two months go?
poster children for Einstein's
relativity

après...

smuggled Jack Daniels,
secrets revealed, hugs, kisses,
and tearful goodbyes

Milo

long-time favorite,
now clearly a friend, almost
even family

Adam Ant

two hundred faithful
patiently queueing to meet
their fragile hero

countdown

strolling past Britain's
industrial heritage --
is this the last time?

focus

absentmindedly
drifting from task to task, not
paying attention

bathtime

soothing hot water
an excuse to stop work
let the mind wander

slowly but surely

the shelves are empty
the boxes pile grows higher
still so much to do

Happy Birthday, Samuel Johnson!

festivities and
felicitations for the
lexicographer

progress

clearing off the shelves
carrying books to Oxfam
two bags at a time

Walsall Illuminations

fairy lights in the trees
candy floss, sticky fingers
strolling, holding hands

Coventry

bombed-out cathedral
Lady Godiva statue
and too many shops

Talk Like a Pirate Day

shiver me timbers
we'll hoist tankards of cider
and dance the hornpipe

Toni Goes to Ironbridge

she's leaving today
to navigate England's roads
driving on the left

Balti Triangle

sizzling curries
our tongues pleasantly burning
spicy biryani

family dinner

a take-away meal
red wine and conversation
flowing freely

new kicks

black kitty-cat TUKs
smiling when I glimpse my feet
silly mary janes

unsettled

dreaming of stingrays,
graduate school, circuses;
an uneasy night

too late

registering for
a usability course
first on the waitlist

helpless

irrationally angry
"other peoples' families"
leave me unsettled

e-mail

a groaning inbox
much of it no longer of
interest, or use

Ireland Day 7: Tara

legendary hill
where mythology blends with
history, magic

Ireland Day 6: Knock

noisy rosaries
the phrase "holier than thou"
suddenly makes sense

Ireland Day 5: Fanore

eavesdropping on a
matchmaking festival, with
shy farmers dancing

Ireland Day 4: Ring of Kerry

travelling clockwise
on a pilgrimage of sorts
blue seas and green grass

Ireland Day 3: Garinish

clear turquoise water
sheltered bay, sadly lacking
accommodation

Ireland Day 2: Blarney Castle

stretching back, head down
brushing lips against smooth stone
receiving the "gift"

Ireland Day 1: Wexford

crossing the Slaney
visiting the Delaneys'
ancestral homeland

squeamish

changing the dressing
seeing surprisingly clean
edges of the wound

homebound

a long, lazy day
lying in 'til afternoon
relaxing together

postponed

more realistic
to delay our departure
and recuperate