April 24, 2012
A LITTLE PAINT, A LITTLE TILE
It began with a drip in the faucetThen the shower wall had a bubbleThe handyman tried to fix these thingsBut the whole bathroom was in trouble.
My husband thought we had to do moreThan get a plumber and a new sinkThe bedroom once a soft dusty roseHad become a not-so-soft, dirty pink.
So I’m about to have some work doneNot on my body, neck, or faceBut on the walls and floors and ceilingIn the back rooms of my place.
I’ll return to prose-y bloggin’ nextweek or in a very short whileWhen the contractor stops making a mess
With scraping, spackling and tile.
January 16, 2020
CITY SIDEWALKS, BUSY WRITERS, HOLIDAY CHEERS AND CHAIRS
December 24, 2019
Bye Bye Big Bird
December 10, 2019