Christmastime Construction Blues
Two weeks of this insanity,
computer balanced on my knee,
desk packed under a canopy
with all I own? A tragedy!
Two weeks of the cacophony
of saw and chisel harmony.
Two weeks since I’ve been tile-dust-free,
yet still the end I do not see.
I lay here in a reverie,
dreaming of my Christmas tree,
but I fear it will never be
with all this mess surrounding me.
Chafing with the indignity,
I call my contractor, but he
merely tells me “I fear we
must order more tile,”—a travesty!
In boxes are a panoply
of ornaments from A to Z,
yet this year I fear they’ll not be
hung on any Christmas tree!
The prompt word today was “panoply.”
(Click on first photo to enlarge all and see captions.)
The wished for
The reality
Messes forever!
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Hi Remi, in the words of the ubiquitous bumper sticker, Stay calm, breathe, etc.
A nice poem and I feel sure, you’re not as panicked as the poem would make us believe. I can’t remember when I stopped doing all the xmas stuff? A good ten years ago, for sure. It’s a happier time not doing it.
Often, when out, I shake my head at the temporary insanity December brings. I buy my grandson, two gifts for his birthday. Tell my son why he gets two. That’s about it.When he’s a little older he will only get the one on his anniversary.
For the last ten years, maybe? I turn off the TV and find my own amusement. I don’t do any special foods and on a couple of occasions, I did succumb to a big bottle of hootch. Then got pleasantly drunk at home with my cat who was still living. He, didn’t care! Cheers Jamie.
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At least you aren’t simultaneously up to your chin in snow! No one seems to be in a very festive mood around here anyhow. It’s gonna be a very long four years coming up.
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Yes. My friends are coming here this year.
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