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:
good and funny.
also...i can soooo relate.
Ha! Love it! :)
(some really good poetic moments in there too)
excellent ... both the poem and your handyman skills!
I can hear the sigh of relief ...
he he he... wonderful when something works the first time!
I like it! It's a royal flush!
Louise
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.
Brilliant.
Yes! Oh, how I grinned wide as I read this. Although I hear 'round these parts that all self respecting DIYers go to Lowes.
Smilin' sooo big. :)
Ah, so much like some very very recent moments with toilet seats and taillight bulbs. Every moment of life can be an inspiration.
Larry
What a manly man you are. You fix stuff and then you write poetry! Your wife must dig you!
"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.
LOVE this. Love the grace in the mundane, the every day. :)
Glynn, I love the way your mind works! This is priceless.
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.
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