Arisaig

She came out here to Arisaig
to simply get away.
She hadn’t made a sort of plan
but it was no mistake.

She wanted something nice to see,
a view of mountains, sky or sea
so she drove and drove until she found
a place that had all three.

It looked so cold, and smelled
like rain, and sounded very still.
The lighthouse watched her breathe it in
until she had her fill.

So back she goes to town and folks
and work and noise and smoke,
to exhale Arisaig each day
’til she needs another toke.

FYI: Printers Know When You’re Stressed

It never fails. Whenever I’m in a hurry to print something, the printer I’m using gives me grief.

And by grief, I mean the finger.

The more stressed I am, the more excuses it comes up with.

“Outside print margins.”

“Alien ink cartridges.”

“Load paper.”

“No, not that paper! It’s got a crease in it.”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmno.”

Sigh.