Margarita is as Margarita Does

October 18, 2013October 14, 2013 ~ John W. Howell ~ 37 Comments

Friday has finally arrived. If you are like me it is a welcome sight for sore everything. Even though I don’t have a traditional workweek, I still like to kick back and celebrate its close. In fact, someone asked me my idea of a good Friday. I said, “A good Friday is where I write my ass off, reward myself with a Margarita and then try to explain to my wife what I had done all day.” I wrote a little Haiku to honor that Margarita and the Friday celebration. Hope you enjoy and have a great weekend.

My Margarita,

Celebrate one for Friday. . .

Two; hurts tomorrow.

End of the Week is as End of the Week Does

October 11, 2013 ~ John W. Howell ~ 9 Comments

Friday again. Man how the week goes by. I spent most of it editing my next book and I must say I like this one. I know you would like to agree with me, but it’s going to be a while till I get the thing out the door. Besides the fact that you will have to pick it up and read it before you agree or not, I have confidence you will.

The subject of my post today is to celebrate the week’s end with a quick Haiku that hopefully translates the meaning of Friday to most of us. Those of you who are lucky enough to avoid work can stop right here cause you will simply not get the meaning and social import of the words assembled. For the rest of us who must face the prospect of working each and every day here is my haiku homage to work.

For some work is play,

Work for others is judgment. . .

Drinkers work’s a curse.

Have a Happy Friday and Great weekend

Weekend Haiku is as Weekend Haiku Does

September 27, 2013September 24, 2013 ~ John W. Howell ~ 27 Comments

When I was working in organized commerce, I used to look so forward to the weekends. This was a time for family and to forget for a while the pressures back at work. Now that I am pretty much liberated to work twenty-four seven on my own stuff, the appeal of Friday does not have the same cachet. Yes it is nice to put in a full week and try to take some reward for that, but as a writer there never seem to be the opportunity to simply get away. Ideas keep popping up, text needs editing, and other writers need to be paid attention. So although I would like to look forward to a defining day like Friday it just is not in the cards right now. I do remember the sweetness of finishing the week and so I wrote the Haiku in honor of the weekend.

Friday is so far,

Never seems to come too fast . . .

Monday, like the wind.

Hope you have a good weekend.

Hump Day is as Hump Day Does

September 18, 2013September 15, 2013 ~ John W. Howell ~ 20 Comments

I don’t know if you have seen the commercial where the camel wanders around an office asking various workers, “What day is it?” Finally one of the staff mumbles, “its Hump Day.” The camel is very happy to be a visible part of what has become the second most important work day of the week. For those of you who defected to Red China during the Korean War and have just come back, let me make sure you know the meaning of Hump Day. Hump Day is the arrival of the day where one has survived two days of work which could be considered the uphill phase of the week. The downhill phase, being the last two days of the week; doesn’t start until Hump Day is over. For the folks who work a traditional Monday through Friday routine, Hump Day is Wednesday. For all others it is the day that separates the beginning of the work week from that downhill slide to the days off time. If you work seven days a week or are a writer this is all theory and really doesn’t exist for you.

What makes Hump Day so special? Well it’s like you are on a journey, you finally get to the point of no return and the next major milestone is the destination. The fact that your destination is closer than your point of departure makes it almost appear as if you will actually get there. How many times have we heard a child ask, “are we there yet?” when the trip is only minutes old. It is the same with the work week. Monday begins the journey to Friday. The destination is Saturday and on Monday it seems like getting there is about as possible as walking to Europe from the United States or vice versa. So when the workers of the world reach Wednesday and they are still viable; the prospect of reaching Friday has an exponential increase in odds. The odds increase so much that the day itself becomes a cause for celebration. It is sort of like celebrating being on a like raft when a ship sinks. You are not completely safe but a hell of a lot safer than when the whole mess started.

Since this is Wednesday I wrote a little Haiku that I hope captures the essence of the feeling for getting this far in the week.

Hump day is a hill,

Successfully climbed after much trial . . .

Coasting down till Friday

Happy Hump Day.