All posts by Jocelyn the Plaid

Today’s haiku: Expiration dateCall it “Best by” but in truth –At some point it’s done. Jocelyn Turner In food and in life — it’s important to recognize that, whether you call it “Best by” or Expiration date,” everything in the universe will end, including the universe itself. And printed dates cannot always be trusted. “Best… Read More

Sigh. If we are looking for an operational definition of entitlement… Those coughing people who anonymously plunk themselves down, face uncovered, in the midst of crowds provide a perfect definition. My plea for today: All you coughing people (who do not suffer from a chronic medical condition that causes your cough) — STAY HOME! Or… Read More

I tried my hardest Inside a little slivver Of too tiny time. Zombie phrase of the day: Time is a Godzilla. Diyyybb ihhzzzz uhhhhggggzilllahh.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.To-do lists are written expressions of good intentions.Therefore it follows that:The road to hell is paved — or at least ornamented — with to-do lists. Jocelyn Turner I’m thinking of putting the lists down. Except for the good ones, of course. The below was worth my time… Read More

Starbucks has had a quiet win that hasn’t gotten much notice in the press. The “pup cup” is a small, 2 ounce cup of pure whip cream, its size varying a bit depending on how the barista adds that white peak on top. Pup cups are free. For anyone who is wondering why Starbucks would… Read More

A small play, offering a slice of life in Turnerdom. In this trenche de vie, Shasta and Mommy are sitting on the dead couch. The new puppy has been having fun with the couch, already used as a cat tree by Whiner cat and a launch site by the younger Ginger puppy. The new puppy… Read More

Radioactive Monsters attack en masse Not all rockets win. My little haiku captures a truth worth remembering. Sometimes the good guys lose. Sometimes identifying the so-called good guys can be tough. Who is inside that rocket? Is Godzilla defending his home? His culture? That last year teaching, teachers used to look at me. Say something!… Read More

2018: Reflections on Me and Dad, sandwiched between random thoughts, while Dad Explains the Universe in Red, Redder, Reddest Sound Bites (That’s not Commie Pinko Red, that’s Republican Red. This man was meant to take his guns to rural Montana or Idaho, closing the chained gate behind him.) Old. So old, my dad. Anti-Trumpers? EVIL.… Read More

Only three masks here A church manifesting faith I’m not sure in what. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Covid has come and seemingly gone, though it remains to offer an occasional lesson. Here is mine for today: When someone posts on social media to say, “I have Covid, please cheer me up,” the right response is not, “I had… Read More

As we story and journey, sometimes it’s good to just gobblefunk a little with words. Reader, maybe make a list of words that capture how you feel right now. I’ll start: I feel like an armadillo (got to get across the road but somehow that sense of urgency is just not there…) a message in… Read More