A note about that OTHER game, congratulations to Seattle's SeaHawks.
They played impressive football. I think they have ushered in a new era in football
of fleet, fit, finessed gridiron gladiators. About the Broncos....Peyton showed up to play,
I'm not to sure what happened to his teammates.
Our game had some low and high scores as well.
Thanks to all challengers and a special welcome to new to the Pond player Amanda.
Our thanks also to Chickory for giving us all another game to play! Her haiku:
Ten thousand items
To quote Karl, Chickory's wit and wisdom have been missed! I loved this for it's wit, humor, syllable count, construction and the game within the haiku . A menu and a game in just 17 cleverly crafted syllables! Did you select your eleven ingredients? Mine are these:
Chickory expanded our Game Day fun while declining to compete.
A winning generosity for sure.
Our naturalist Serendipity cleverly wove the GAMES together with her haiku about a Hawk.
House sparrow main course
Sharp shinned Hawk dines well this eve
Warm flesh heats her gut
Serendipity never ducks the realities of nature. In her environs a warm meal is often survival.
As it turns out, Serendipity did not need a TV to know the score. She predicted it.
The HAWKS dined very well.
Amanda showed up with a childhood gaming classic:
Hiding eyes counting
Others running, hiding fast
Shout, "Ready or not!"
What a charming haiku!
I could feel the rush of excitement from here. We all grew up playing hide and seek. Most of us were blessed to repeat the experience through our own children or loaners. Also, in classic Haiku form there are two halves of a whole concept. If you take out the middle line the message is still clear. Well done Amanda. Alas, the subject was "menu".
Karl brought home a big score with this recipe:
Learning Loving Integrity
This is my favorite entry. I love the concept of having a menu for fulfillment of life.
I so agree with him! To organize a life of principles with an eager reach for learning, for loving well, for bringing integrity to efforts large and small IS gourmet living. Remember the game LIFE? Traveling the roads, rolling the dice, filling your car up with pink and blue babies while trying to pay your bills? In the Karl approach to a life lived well you need not roll the dice. Just take the high road! Unfortunately my favorite haiku is off count with 8 syllables in the mid line.
I love our Monday Haiku game. I do not love judging.
So I'm taking a cue from the coaches of that other game
I'm sending in a replacement!
Sunday football fun beer, wings, chips, dips and, more beer! Cause brown bottle flu
Congratulations KARL, you are our winner.
Welcome Haiku-ers to The Game.
Of course there are some who think the Big Game is about the Super Bowl.
Like that other game, our weekly haiku contest is eagerly anticipated. I've already received several foot tapping, harruummppphing messages reminding me Friday was POST DAY.
After the shock of the Oops win over at Serendipity Do Dah's I spent some time thinking about themes for this week. I finally landed on a subject I thought had not been done and would be fun when one of my projects went into overtime leaving none for games.
Somewhere, in the midst of this 2880 minute drill, I lost interest in the original theme.
Maybe it got hijacked by all the hype about that other game.
I think the Super Bowl Season is the Season of Lucre for those in Advertising.
They have reached saturation via every media form possible. Some of that seeped in.
Or, maybe, it was Blowfish who thinks far more about the food for a big game day than the game.
Or maybe it was his foot tapping, harruummphing impatience over no posted Game Day Menu for the Pond. It is a well known fact Blowfish enjoys his food best when he has had time to anticipate every offering.
Last night I arrived home late. Again. After our normal dinner hour. Blowfish was so puffed out he looked like one of those WWII mines waiting to explode with minimal contact. Here it was
Friday Night on Super Bowl Weekend
and there was no dinner and no menu posted for THE GAME. Even worse, there was no stocked larder or stuffed refrigerator for him to investigate the mystery of the menu. Alarmingly, he had not been sweetly summoned to fetch in mountains of grocery bags from the Fizz. Before I got my coat shrugged off he was saying, " Fishy, I've been thinking it sure would be great if you'd make us some of those sweet, juicy, baby back ribs for the Game"
That's so ordinary I thought this year we'd celebrate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches."