Day 36: 17 and Counting...

I seem to be spending an awful lot of time in the city lately -- six out of the last nine days, but who's counting? Counting is another thing I seem to be doing a lot of. So it only seems appropriate that I use haiku to describe my day. It's not as much of a stretch as you may think. You see, as I was walking to the train this afternoon I came across a flyer for a lecture about haiku being given by an award-winning haiku poet, some of whom's poems are in a haiku anthology (which I imagine is quite slim).

Haiku. A form of Japanese poetry consisting of three lines and a total of seventeen syllables (5/7/5). Quite a challenge for wordy me.

Anyway, my trip into the city, in haiku.

To New York I go
to break bread with my daughter,
To nourish my soul.

The train whistle blows
The lady next to me sleeps -
Her chin on her chest.

Next stop Valhalla.
Greatest first baseman ever,
Lou Gehrig lies there.

The subway is packed
The doors bounce open and closed.
Should I go for it?

I swallow my sneeze;
Everyone will think I'm sick -
Disgust plain to see.

I walk to A's dorm
filled with anticipation.
Four hours with my girl!

A baby one day
A college student the next.
How did this happen?

A's lost her charge card
Left in cab at 5 a.m.
Phew! All charges are hers.

Sometimes I worry
Her daily life overwhelms -
Similar to mine.

Talk of grades and shows,
Biology and theater,
Dramatic moments.

Out at L'Artusi
Eating lots of yummy food.
Mom and Annalie.
(she wrote that one)

Sitting at the bar,
Mother daughter catching up --
Her happiness makes me smile.

Now goodbye, farewell.
Promise to get a flu shot.
I love you, sweetheart.

Back on the train, home
to the others waiting there.
Soon to leave the nest.

Time to write the blog.
The days are speeding by now.
5-0 close at hand.

Watch says it's bedtime.
I must go upstairs right now.
I am very tired.