Wednesday, February 10, 2010

The Repair Job

A toilet handle needs
replacing, sporting a crack
that will become a
break.
My dark hour of
despair.

What should be short, effortless
minutes will be long, toilsome
hours. Nothing goes as
planned.
Ever.
Handyman-impaired.

Perhaps the store will
not have the part, but
they do. Perhaps the
rapture will come before
I’m home, but
it doesn’t.

Despair. Resigned to
my fate, I
face the offending
part. I read, even,
the instructions.
(It’s that bad.)

I remove the
tank top, apply the
screwdriver, unscrew the
bolt, insert the new
handle, tighten the
bolt.

And it works.
Flushed. Grace.

16 comments:

Anonymous said...

good and funny.
also...i can soooo relate.

L.L. Barkat said...

Ha! Love it! :)

(some really good poetic moments in there too)

Janet Oberholtzer said...

excellent ... both the poem and your handyman skills!

S. Etole said...

I can hear the sigh of relief ...

lorrie said...

he he he... wonderful when something works the first time!

Louise Gallagher said...

I like it! It's a royal flush!

Louise

Ryan Tate said...

A wise man once told me that you can judge your house projects by how many trips it takes you to Home Depot. Looks like this was a "one-tripper" for you. Congrats. And great poem.

Jennifer @ JenniferDukesLee.com said...

Brilliant.

Joy said...

Yes! Oh, how I grinned wide as I read this. Although I hear 'round these parts that all self respecting DIYers go to Lowes.

Kathleen Overby said...

Smilin' sooo big. :)

nitewrit said...

Ah, so much like some very very recent moments with toilet seats and taillight bulbs. Every moment of life can be an inspiration.

Larry

David Rupert said...

What a manly man you are. You fix stuff and then you write poetry! Your wife must dig you!

Kelly Sauer said...

"My dark hour of
despair."

Oh I laughed at this. I remember my dad on these projects. He's the most laid-back man alive, but he could never find his tools. He had eight of us getting into them using them to our own ends. The only time I'd ever see him yell or throw things was when he had a project like this.

Thanks for the chuckle - glad you got yours on the first try. Grace indeed.

Anonymous said...

LOVE this. Love the grace in the mundane, the every day. :)

Unknown said...

Glynn, I love the way your mind works! This is priceless.

Anonymous said...

I also am handicapped-impaired, and I had that exact same experience about six months ago. If only I had this poem to hang on to.