What do you love about where you live?
At least some of the time it is.

Except when it’s not, but then it’s still neat.
What do you love about where you live?
At least some of the time it is.

Except when it’s not, but then it’s still neat.
This weekend, I’m finishing up my final project for a post-grad certificate program I’ve been enrolled in since January of this year. I’m currently knee deep in executing Python code to create a model that will assign a database of IT support tickets into different categories. Fun stuff! So while I’m busy working in a Jupyter notebook, I thought to keep thing moving along on my blog, I’d share some work from another notebook.
My sophomore year English instructor had us put together a notebook of our work over the fall and spring semesters. I didn’t have a computer at home at the time, so I remember working on this during my lunch break in the school’s computer lab. I don’t know why I chose a cursive font but whatever! She was nice enough to package our work in a spiral bound and laminated notebook, which I still have today.
I’ll share page 6 as it contains 1) a poem about summertime 2) a limerick and 3) a haiku.
It’s not award winning work, but hey I was 16 when I wrote these. The limerick still cracks me up- which tells me my humor has not changed much since I was in high school.
Seasons Poem
The hot blazing sun.
Its rays beam down to the Earth like a laser.
The days seem to last an eternity.
Patiently I wait for cool breezes.
As I step onto the sizzling sidewalk , I wonder
Will this hellish weather ever end?
Finally, I see a yellow leaf floating to the ground
As the wind travels through the cool night air.
Note: After reading this, the yellow leaf could be from a dead tree- you know- that died from the summer heat. The cool night air indicates the shift from summer to not summer but not yet fall. So, probably late August, early September.
Limerick
There once was a kid who had a dog.
One day the dog chased after a frog.
While running down the street.
A car the dog did meet.
And got squashed because of a dumb little frog.
Haiku
The clouds move swiftly
Fluffy and round, always moving
Stretched out in the sky
Have you recently come across any creative projects from years ago? Did it surprise you to revisit your work?

Taken July 2018, taken near Central Ave and Adams St. in downtown Phoenix. Hanny’s was a department store that last almost 40 years, from 1947-1986. The building was designed by local architects Royal Lescher and Leslie Mahoney.
Photo Friday: Hanny’s Downtown Phoenix