holiday shopping (troibun)

 

This time of year it is such a chore walking into a mall. Living across the street from a fairly popular one, I dread going to exchange a coat I purchased. I know I will be told to go to this counter, then that counter and then finally to wait in a long line of Christmas shoppers with an awkward sized box making it more and more tempting to wrap the damn box and mail it back to The Bay. And THAT is why I prefer on-line shopping.

But I want my credit right away so I am hoping it will all work out in a timely manner, so I can return home to the calmness of life with two cats looking comfortably at the snow from my comfy couch.

holiday shoppers

pushing and shoving

a whole different breed

holiday shoppers

stop right in your path

texting on the go

pushing and shoving

and that is why God created

CANES!

a whole different breed

grabby, snippy and pushy

checkin’ their lists

© tournesol’18–11-27

Slippery slopes (troibun)

The weather changed dramatically last week.  My goodness, it’s still autumn!!  Temperatures dipped into a frigid minus 15C with wind chills making it feel more like -30C.  Really! Many people disagree with this “wind chill factor”.  Usually  they are persons who usually drive to work and do not have to walk where pockets of nothingness give rise to violent gusts` of bitter cold in your face.  

I have seen snow in October and November many times before,  but I am not sure if I ever had the need to wear a ski mask to protect my face from the cold whipping against my forehead and cheeks…ouch!  It literally felt like an ice cream headache (brain freeze).  

By the weekend, temperatures rose and patches of ice appeared on the sidewalks requiring cleats on your boots [for the old and clumsy like myself]. However, when I was younger I could keep my balance fairly well  on icy patches, shuffling along those tricky areas.  Ah, but with age comes difficulty to keep one’s balance sometimes.  In my case, too many times where I fall flat on my cushion [thank goodness I have a good protective cushion!].  I carry my cleats in my backpack in case temperatures change when I finish my shift between ten and eleven at night as well.  It is a good habit to have for those who want to get to destination safely.

By Sunday morning it was pouring like cats and dogs but the temperatures had not risen enough to make it safe to walk or ride one’s bike anywhere.  Some ice patches were soft and your weight could crush it but others were still holding on to hard icy spots that could make a person slip, slide and crash.  

So I shuffled tentatively along the sidewalks to the bus terminal jabbing my cane on steady ground for stability; I was wearing my long hooded raincoat, and rubber boots and gritted my teeth and swore in “bon Québécois” along the way.  

By the end of the day, rain turned into a swirling mist that may help to maintain the elasticity of one’s complexion but only made my mascara streak my cheeks that turned me into a Pierrot. [Well, I have been called worse!]

Shuffling
 warily
 at a snail’s pace

Shuffling 
outdoors
in rubber slippers

Warily 
footprints on ice
under moonless skies

At a snail’s pace 
  safe journey
 perspicacious paths

(C) Tournesol ‘18/11/25

Daily moments November 25th – slippery slopes (troibun)

comfort is joy (troiku)

warmth
ridding discomfort
magic sac

warmth
radiating gently
hot bubble bath

ridding discomfort
feel my heart beat slower
feline on my chest

magic sac
if only
time could stop

a moment or two
savouring the glow
painlessly

(c) Tournesol ‘ 18/11/19

remembered (troiku)

© Clr’15

 

clouds hover
squirrels gather about
willows weeping

clouds hover
threatening tears
from heaven

squirrels gather about
bowing in reverence
echoes of lost souls

willows weeping
too many tombs
unattended

(c) Tournesol’18/11/10

 

Daily moments November 10/18

 

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by our teacher and mentor, Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

At Current Rates Of Use World Could Run Out Of Thoughts And Prayers By As Early As 2019

Something to think about. Wise words written from the heart, speaking the voice of so many in the world. After, yet another tragedy, hitting the lives of so many families and friends, we offer so little but prayers to them. I wish we could do more as neighbours.

politicians pontify
…sadly silenced
when it matters

(c) Tournesol’18-11-09

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Happy Birthday, my son     Troibun 

She remembers how gauche she felt that night. Her childhood friend kept her company while her husband was out playing hockey. Every  fifteen minutes the pain started.  They giggled wondering IF THIS WAS IT finally.  She was due today, November 6th and now it was well passed twilight.   

Her friend had not had a child yet and so they chatted and giggled a lot. At midnight when her husband returned she did not want to worry him and needed him to have a good night’s sleep in case they left early in the morning to go to hospital.   

She remembers her grandmother, a midwife, had said many times that if you go to sleep and the pain wakes you up, then the labour has really started.  She went to bed after her husband fell asleep and tried to sleep.  She woke up every fifteen minutes, then every ten …then every five.  She woke up at 6 having made her way to the end of the bed somehow. “How the heck did I get here?”she thought.   

 

Still worried to be sent home from hospital, she phoned a friend who had two children. She KNEW!  And gently, she advised her to wake up her husband to get to hospital. 

Her colleagues at the office had two bets going on (1) for the gender and (2) for the weight.  Lots of commotion for her first newborn. 

 

cold winds 

pushed them to destination 

…so they hoped 

 

rain clouds hovered 

threatening to some 

exciting to them 

 

woman winced 

every curve 

too many potholes  

 

man nervously sang 

I Can’t Get No 

Contraction 

 

laughing hurt her 

oh the silliness of nerves 

what awaited them  

Morning brought them to noon and a beautiful boy with the biggest blues eyes was born at 8 pounds.  On this seventh day of November, the seventh grandson in the Gagnon family and second grandchild in the Roberts family was born.

He was long awaited to mother and father and so worth the wait. 

 

eyes 

swimming in blue 

warms her heart 

 

eyes 

filled with love 

never-ending 

 

swimming in blue 

looking up at her 

so much love

 

warms her heart 

forty years later 

still 

 

…not the end…

 

(c) Tournesol’18/11/07

Le mois des morts   (troibun)

November enters in darkness filled with rain clouds and violent winds.  Leaves forming a patchwork coverlet on lawns.  Darkness and decay embrace. 

The willows stand sadly, hairless and lonely in the meadow of death. Safe for a few pines here and there, wind whistles through bare branches mockingly.    

She cuts the stems of the flowers to avoid having them bow in the wind like rag dolls and places them on her loved one’s bed, still feeling the sting of grief. 

(troiku)

raindrops blend 

sense of decay and lost souls, 

shimmering tears 

 

raindrops blend 

fallen leaves await 

resting for a season 

 

sense of decay and lost souls  

echoing ancient tales 

in eerie silence 

 

shimmering tears 

catch the light 

mourning moon 

© Tournesol ’18/11/04 

Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille.  I have termed a haibun with this new form, a troibun.

 

 

 

 

Visitation  ( haibun ) 

 It was late one night in December 2014.  Christmas was a few weeks away.  She turned off the sounds of Christmas carols since it felt blasphemy to hear lyrics of “comfort and joy”.   She streamed movies to escape her thoughts when writing was too painful. But in the wee hours of the morning, she would lower the sound so her neighbours could sleep through the night.  “Lucky them,”she often thought.  How she wished she could turn off her brain and sleep.  What a world would be for her to fill her mind with “nothingness”.   

She sat in her lazyboy looking out the window at the snow falling.  Each snowflake different from the other.  How amazing is that? she wondered.  And then she heard her coffee maker making spits and spats.  It was three in the morning.  What the heck is going on? 

She got up and unplugged her coffee maker and said aloud, “Okay, Mom, that was weird.  How the heck did you do that?”   She sat in the old antique chair in the kitchen and felt a presence…her presence.  A cool breeze was blowing her way and she closed her eyes and thought in her mind, “It’s okay, Mom, I’m not scared.  How I miss your hugs!” Tears streaming down her cheeks she felt a coldness pass through her entire body slowly.  How amazing is that?!  Her mother was able to communicate her unconditional love to her even from the afterlife.  Was it her spirit?  Was it her phantom?  Whatever it was, it appeased her knowing her mother was still sticking around for her before travelling in other mysterious spheres.   

breathing
frigid air through her chest
touched by an angel

(c) Tournesol’18-11-03

Her mother passed December 2nd, 2014

What’s new in Tournesol’s jardin (daily moments ) Troibun

A week ago yesterday, I adopted a new kitty of 9 months. Well, I suppose I should say a young cat since she is a teenager now and not a little kitty.  She is a beautiful black domestic, long hair feline with the most elegant demeanour. At first look when I visited the foster home a month ago, I was surprised to see her tiny face.  Usually, (I thought) most kittens had that baby face…round and chubby but not her.  I was surprised how friendly she was with a perfect stranger too and did not even blink an eye when the foster mummy put her in my arms.

Unfortunately, the foster mum explained that my cat had to be up to date with her vaccines before exposing this new feline, the shelter named Bella2.   I had been putting treats for Bette for the past month in her carrier (which she only used once in 6 years) to get her used to going in there to see the Vet.  By the time it was time to leave for the appointment, I almost got her in the carrier but felt uncomfortable being firm and pushing what was left…her big bushy tail and let her out.  My friend was driving me to her vet and I asked her to come in and put Bette in the carrier as I just was not able to.  She has 6 cats, 4 kittens and their feral mummy,  very feral and one  or two of her own cats   So yeah, she is better than I am with cats. She is also a saviour for me.  She had watched Bette when I was away in Mexico

Bette fussed very little and went into the carrier.  By the time we got to the vet, Bette stopped meowing.   My friend brought her into the office of the vet who is also an acquaintance from her home country. I registered her name with the technicians and when it was time to see the vet, I knocked on the door of his office, and Bette was lying quietly on her side on the desk as my friend and the vet were chatting. Wow!   He must be a cat whisperer or something, I thought!

Bette was putty in his arms.  She never tried to get away on that stainless steel table either.  The technician came in later to give me instructions and Bette was still docile. When it was time to leave, I asked the technician to put her in the carrier…I still did not feel calm enough and if Bette feels my stress, well, all hell breaks loose.  I am such a wuss. I was the same as a parent, I’m afraid.

Now I had to wait another two weeks as the vet said Bette had to build her immune system before another feline was introduced into our home. I felt so bad having the foster mum keep her another 2 weeks, so I offered to pay for expenses and her time.  She refused, as she is a very devoted feline foster mum and suggested I give an extra donation to the shelter which I did.

I had been looking to adopt a black medium to long hair kitten for months. I had chosen Krishna for a male cat and Kali for a female.  When I first visited Bella, I found Frankie might be a nice name too in honour of Aretha Franklin but after a few days home, I felt her tiny pointy face looked so much like a Bombay cat and Kali it is.

She first started homing in my bathroom where I had placed toys, beds and a new cat tree but after 3 days I found that annoying every time I had to use the washroom.  I would stay there as well to entertain her and keep her company a few times in the day and the limited space made in rather uncomfortable, so we graduated to the guest room.  At least there I can sit with her, or lie on the bed and watch a show on my tablet or play with her and she has room to run.

Bette is still hissing at her but not growling as much through the screen I fashioned in front of the doorway when I leave it open for a few minutes.  I put a towel to hide Kali now and give extra yummy treats and meals for Bette placed 3 feet in front of the door so  she can get a scent of her new step-sister. Any positive reinforcements I am trying to help her accept Kali.  Although at feeding times, Kali is too distracted with Bette…it shows she wants to just play with her. She is calm when Bette hisses as if she understands what she is going through.  I’m telling you, Kali is quite special. I think Bette may also be more afraid as she has always been  spooked by any change.

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It is a slow process and I have to respect Bette who has been the matriarch of this entire apartment for 6 years.  Watching lots of Jackson Galaxy’s shows on Youtube has helped to learn tricks too.  Coincidentally, I received his latest book, Total Cat MoJo in the mail the same day Kali arrive.  How cool is that?!

I got more cat toys for both cats and I find Bette is more interested to play now (that will certainly help lose some of her belly fat!).

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So that is the update of what is going on in my jardin (garden) lately.

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With the beauty of Instagram I can pretend they are friend…BFF’s (Best Feline Friends)

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feline friends

soft and cuddly

warm my bed

feline friends

two are better than one

fill me with joy

soft and cuddly

soothing to the touch

I fall asleep

warm my bed

purring machines at work

heart stops racing

(c) Tournesol ’18/10/20

The reason I adopted a black cat is they are the ones who are least adopted.

floating colours (haiku) Daily Moments October 14, 2018

©Cheryl-Lynn’16

red, gold and ochre
floating in the wind
dressing Mother Earth

(c) Tournesol’18/10/14