Haiku

On Friday morning, in response to Jim’s email report of our first day in southern California, our son Matt wrote:
What a day to leave.  When I walked to my office this morning, it was a degree.  Just the one.  It's like the weather man put a drop of mercury in the thermometer and then said, "I give up!  It's too cold to be out here filling thermometers."

Annie quipped:

  High thirties today in Shelley (Idaho)! Who needs California?

Just after midnight Sunday morning, Matt contributed:

My windows rattle

Temperature negative ten

Wind chill much colder

Annie answered:

Sure, they warned me, but,

Midnight, it's still thirty four.

#Shelley Idaho

Jim chimed in:

How we do suffer

Here in Calif southern

Always about eighty

From New York City, R’el weighed in:

Awoke to zero

Skipped race for cold, first ever

Bored now on treadmill

Matt responded:

Delicate like a

Petunia, a petunia

Grown in a greenhouse

                                  

Annie added:

Petunias are found

In warm climates, just like your 

Indoor gym, right, R'el?

Peter has the last word (so far):

Run outside, in cold.

Heat, sweat, less of an issue.

Mile in under twelve.

So here are my reflections on our first weekend in southern California:

Friday morning:

Airplane touches down

Palm trees and purple flowers

Trader Joe's abound

Saturday afternoon:

GPS-guided

Surrounded by clog of cars

Slow creep through LA

Tour Science Center

Immersed in Space Shuttle lore

Custom-made choc’lates

Walking on Hollywood Boulevard Saturday evening:

Stars in the sidewalk

Hobnob with Captain Sparrow

Hot Red Ferrari

Sunday morning:

Morning fog rolls in

Obscuring the four-oh-five

Southern sun burns through

Inspired words at

Broadcast from Salt Lake City

Then Jim’s mac & cheese