We will embrace it steadfastly,
safeguard it from strong winds,
support it when heavy rains
drench and weigh it down.
We will shield it from winter snows,
lift it beyond reach of
those who might destroy it,
oblivious to its worth.
We will surround it with new growth,
conceal it with soft green leaves
as our branches wake up
in the warm springtime air.
We await your return
with your sweet songs renewed.
We’ll relinquish our charge back to you
as the precious cycle
begins anew.
is it haiku or just seventeen syllables lined up in three rows
So there I was, sitting in my living room staring once again at that little bulging hole in the wall underneath the window. It was about the size of a thumbnail, with a couple of cracks running about three inches out from it.
Its location under the window made me concerned that the window might be leaking water and causing the damage. But aside from my water concerns, that little hole just irritated the heck out of me every time I looked at it.
For some reason this year I got it into my head that I was going to be some kind of do-it-yourself super warrior. So even though I’d never done any type of wall repair before, I set out to fix that annoying anomaly.
First I took my handy dandy utility knife (I absolutely LOVE my utility knife; it’s just so… utile), and cut out some of the wall sheetrock to see what I was dealing with.
Then I accidentally cut into a prior mesh patch (oops!) and ended up removing it. So I had a bigger hole to fix.
This was more than I had bargained for. I paused to consider my options. While pausing, I made a temporary patch using a pizza box and duct tape (I absolutely LOVE duct tape. It’s just so… ducky).
At least I didn’t have to look at that little hole in the wall anymore.
As the saying goes, “In for a penny, in for a pound.” I forged ahead, replacing the pizza box with sheetrock, and taping and mudding and sanding the new repair. The offending little hole spot now looked like this:
A little texture spray and new paint, and the wall under the window looks as good as new, except for the missing baseboard that I tore off. But that’s a totally different do-it-myself super warrior story.
Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Oops!
Bird on a Wire
Budding Branches with Winged Warbler
Bent Buoyant Bystander Watching Waning Water
You can see the Blue Heron in blue at my prior post about Portland, Oregon’s “Blue Heron Day.”
Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge (CB&W) topic this week is “Starts with the Letters B or W.”
Sometimes,
facing life’s challenges
makes you feel as though
you’re trying to fit
through the eye of a needle.
The way to make it through is
one thread at a time.
Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Eye Spy
We made it! It’s the last day of November, and the last day of the 2015 National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) challenge. I succeeded in posting to this blog daily for 30 days and — as promised — I didn’t resort to regaling you with endless photos of my cat and dog. Well, maybe I did. But they’re so stinkin’ cute!
Most of the time it was fun, sometimes tedious. It certainly did force me to crank up my creative juices, and to acknowledge that I don’t have to wait around like some mutt underfoot begging for table scraps, hoping my muse tosses a few ideas my way.
Okay, so it’s never been that bad. My usual writing process is that some notion begins buzzing around my head like an annoying insect. I roll up a metaphorical newspaper and swat it. When it falls to the ground, I poke at it to see if there’s any life left in it. If there is, then maybe I write about it. The metaphorical insect, that is.
If it’s a real insect, I try to get the dog to catch it and either escort it outside or ensure its demise. He usually just sniffs at it and walks away. As does the insect.
Outdoors: live and let live.
Outdoors, my bug philosophy is “live and let live.” Indoors, the rule is if it won’t go away or if it creeps me out, it dies. Kind of like a blind date. But I digress.
There aren’t many insects flying around my part of the world at this time of year. Except stink bugs. And who wants to write about a stink bug, metaphorical or otherwise?
Indoors: sic ’em, Chules!
The point of all this is to say that I will write with less frequency from now on, that I’ll try not to write if I have nothing to say, and that you probably shouldn’t go on a blind date with me.
Thanks for seeing me through this month, and for reading each and every one of my posts. You did that, right?
serendipity: uncoincidentally coincidental
