Write two haiku about: the dealer.
Rebecca and her boyfriend finished packing up her things and headed out shortly after lunch today. It wasn't a proper goodbye (at least that is what I kept telling myself), as she'll be back in a couple of weeks to pick up her dog. She's leaving him at the ranch he's been staying at whenever she was working at the restaurant, since she'll be away in Ontario for a little while and she needs to get herself settled back into Vancouver. She figured it would be easier on him to come once all that is done, which I think makes sense.
Plus it also delays the goodbyes, so it's got that in its favor as well.
Started the harvest for tomorrow's market after dinner by getting going on the raspberries. I'll finish those off in the morning before shifting to the veggies I want to bring. Hopefully the early start will mean I have time to pick carrots for once.
He just wants to chat,
but all I want him to do
is deal the damn cards
* * *
Sure, I talk a lot.
But no one complains once they
get dope in their hands