Tag: TGIF

Friday is Here. Happy Day

~ John W. Howell ~ 19 Comments

 

Here we are pulling into the last day of the workweek. I can almost hear those factory whistles go off and Fred Flintstone do his Yabba, Dabba, Doo call signaling his delight with it being over. (Unfortunately for most of this ancient history will be lost on you) I remember having a number of bosses who viewed Friday with some elements of remorse. It was almost like they were sorry the work week was over and they would now be forced to spend time with the spouse and children. I had a boss one time who became depressed when Friday rolled around and thought up all kinds of excuses as to why we needed to “get together to go over the next week” on Saturday. This same boss tried it on Sunday as well, but I knew the button to push. “I will be happy to meet you. Why don’t you come to church with us and we can talk after?” That one made the difference. Never had another Sunday invitation.  So this week’s Johnku (this term was coined by the wonderful blogger Words4jp) is titled Mournful Boss.

Mournful Boss by John W. Howell

Bliss Friday arrives,

Happiness for entire world . . .

Mourning boss alone.

Hope you all have a great weekend and if you would like to share a boss story go for it.

Friday is Here. Yay.

~ John W. Howell ~ 49 Comments

 

 

Friday again and it has arrived just in time to make a truly great weekend. Good weekends seem to happen more than they are planned. Usually when we make some big plan for the weekend things happen to disrupt what we had intended. When we plan nothing for the weekend those plans usually go through without a hitch and in the end a great weekend has been had. Just shows, expectation of a good time sets you up for the possibility of disappointment. In the end, maybe it’s better not to have plans and therefore no expectations, since this would be a way to eliminate disappointment. Naw I don’t think so. Living to avoid disappointment is way too negative. Half the enjoyment of doing something fun is looking forward to the activity. Here is a Johnku on the subject of planning for fun.

Fun by John W. Howell © 2014

Fun plan is ready,

Anticipation very high . . .

Summer rain melts cake.

I always wonder what others do on their weekends. Do you plan for a great weekend or just let it happen? When the plans fall through is it worse than having no plans at all?

Friday Haiku

~ John W. Howell ~ 21 Comments

 

 

Friday is finally here. It is always comforting to know the week is almost over. Also, it is nice to know the weather is finally nice enough to really enjoy the weekends. The summer season has to be the best. I’m not sure I have ever heard anyone up North say “I’m really glad winter is here.” Mostly people are glad to be able to move around and take in some outdoor activities. Of course, one can ski and enjoy winter sports, but after, facing a long cold winter is not usually everyone’s cup of tea. Today’s Haiku (or as words4jp calls it Johnku) encourages us all to take in the summer fun.

Fun by John W. Howell ©2014

The sun is out there,

Ready to let us run free. . .

Need high SPF.

TGIF Haiku and Margarita Friday

~ John W. Howell ~ 22 Comments

 

 

Feels good to have the work week finished. (well eight hours from now) Looking forward to the memorial Day weekend. Although it is usually a hassle getting around town, Memorial Day is one of those holidays that is like a gateway to something better. Up North, Memorial Day means you might be safe putting out those tender plants. I know when I lived in Indiana, we used Memorial Day as the final safe measure for planting tomatoes. Down south, Memorial Day used to mean putting on white shoes, pants and belt for the men. Not sure it still does, but if so, good wishes to you all.

Here at the beach Memorial Day means crowds and the need to get to the store before Friday or be face to face with (wait for it) tourists. Most tourists are nice folks who pretty much behave as if they are at home. Others are the kinds of folks you wish you could go visit and do unto them as they do unto you. The saving grace is those folks never get away from themselves. They do eventually leave our space for which we are thankful. Here is a Haiku celebrating the start of summer. It is called Memorial Day.

Memorial Day by John W. Howell ©2014

Warm breeze touches skin,

Sunlight kisses still cold ground . . .

Gateway to summer.

 

Friday the Last Workday of the Week – TGIF

~ John W. Howell ~ 25 Comments

 

It is always nice to reach Friday after a full work week. What makes it particularly nice is the opportunity to look forward to the weekend with all of its freedoms. I guess we all know this so it seems silly writing about it. Yet to simply come to the end of the week without an acknowledgement of the significance downplays the kind of week we had and is now concluded. If the week was productive and rewarding the Friday celebration takes on an air of congratulations. If the week was challenging and tough the Friday celebration takes on the air of a nod to survival and the opportunity to try again next week. In any case, to pause for a moment and reflect on the week is a good habit which makes TGIF what it really is. It becomes a milestone marking the passage of our lives. So with this deep philosophy discussion comes the Haiku for the week. Also I like ABBA songs and Dancing Queen has the word Friday in it so here it is.

 

Mark by John W. Howell

Four seasons a year,

Enter, leave on measured time . . .

No mark left behind.

Friday the Weekend Eve – Haiku

~ John W. Howell ~ 24 Comments

a daffodil

 

Friday again means time for a little Haiku to help celebrate the fact that we made it all the way. (Okay so maybe there is eight more hours of today, but still tonight be the night. Weekend eve . . . woo hoo). Hopefully you will have a restful weekend and will be able to hit Monday (just seconds away) with vigor. Here is today’s Haiku or maybe a Haiban (not really sure)

 

Alive by John W. Howell ©2014

It is spring today,

Rivers made of snow cascade . . .

Daffodils now live.

Friday Again so Soon – Ha Ha

~ John W. Howell ~ 21 Comments

a skydive

 

We finally made it to Friday. I have to say this was one hell of a week. I am working on my third novel and have set a goal to write 1000 words a day. This week I fell short. Not because I didn’t want to write , but I was busied out with projects needing done and pets needing help. It wasn’t as bad as I thought not achieving my goal, so I now need to whip myself into a frenzy and get back on the horse. It reminds me of the old question when faced with something which you believe has dire consequences. “What is the worst that could happen?” Once you face that question dealing with the issue is more manageable. So when I was pulling my hair out about missing daily numbers, I asked myself, “What is the worst that could happen?” I figured the worst would be a week’s delay in finishing my book. Since I don’t skydive, if I finish my book a week later than planned, it is no big deal. I don’t think the world will even notice. Okay I feel better. Now to the Margarita. Oh I almost forgot the Haiku. Here it is:

Worst case by John w. Howell ©2014

Worrying too hard,

About phantom dire results . . .

Breathe in deeply peace.

Friday is Haiku Day

~ John W. Howell ~ 36 Comments

Today is known affectionately on Fiction Favorites as Haiku day. It is also the last day of the work week and a day we all look forward to having completed. It is also a day when we can take a moment to reflect on the previous week and take stock of what we have accomplished. Of course we need to be pretty sure of those things we put down on the accomplishment side of the ledger. One of the things I accomplished this week is a complete set of photos of my FJ 40. In order to do this, I had to put the roof and doors back on. The roof is no small feat since it weighs close to 400 pounds dripping wet. Now you may ask, why a full set of photos of your 1978 FJ 40 Land Cruiser? Well it is a sad day, but a day I knew was coming for the last year. It is now time to sell my beloved FJ.

I’m not selling her because I’m no longer in love. No far from it. I am selling her because I no longer have the time to pay attention to her as she has become accustomed. She sits for weeks with no-one to play with and talk. Her terminal rust is not getting any better and I have no time to treat the condition properly. Her heart keeps beating and she gets worn down since she must be driven routinely or her sensors and systems begin to malfunction. She becomes deflated with the lack of use. In short, I have another lover, my writing, with whom I am totally committed and it is not fair to her to stay with me.

I originally got her as a project car and did a lot of work to put her on the road. Now I must turn to other things and set her free. Oh yes the Haiku, I almost forgot. It’s titled Goodbye.

Goodbye by John W. Howell

Together is good,

One absent the other not . . .

A new day is here.

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How about you. Do you look back and evaluate your week?

Friday is the best Day for a Haiku and a Margarita

~ John W. Howell ~ 31 Comments

margarita-002

 

Been a long week for me. How about you. Well one of the nice things about a fairly tough week when Friday finally comes, it is cause for celebration. Of course,  most of us have to define tough within the same context as our overall life profile. For some, tough may be defined as not being able to find a parking place in front of our favorite lunch spot and actually having to pay for valet. For others it may be going without several meals for several days. It is kind of strange how our lives take on a standard of normal. I guess we have Maslow and the hierarchy of needs to thank for that. Once basic needs are met the human condition dictates that we try to move up the hierarchy until we achieve what we consider to be the top. Of course, if we somehow find ourselves where basic needs are not being met, we go right back to the basics. Enough of the social theory for now. You came for the Haiku and here it is.

 

Life is Hard by John W. Howell ©2014

 

Life is hard for some,

For others it is so easy. . .

Until things go wrong.