Attempt #377-9 at poetry.
Today is our interview for the home study, a big step in the adoption process. It is past time for the social worker to arrive and lunch is ready. (We hope to win her over with Alabama Chicken. Recipe to follow.) Husband and I are distracting ourselves with doing small stuff and puttering around the house.
Didn’t think we’d be anxious. Not a lot anxious, but a little.
So, as a distraction I’ll entertain you with haiku.
Version #1
Can’t stop puttering.
Snow falls and the windows are clean.
When, Beth, will you come?
Version #2
Waiting is no fun
Cold weather brings snow fall
Missing persons, alert?
Version #3
If this is canceled
Heated rage in a snow fall
First family views… wrong.
Man! When will she get here??
Noun Town 
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