My Little Estate

TableBench

I moved back in here 15 months ago
and wanted to declare the job complete,
but then I watched the punch list start to grow
as imperfections surfaced in the neat
appearances that pleased in gross but not
on close examination. The design
was brilliant, but some tradespeople forgot
to notice where the edges don’t align.

My builder stuck with me and suped repair,
and nearly all the issues are resolved.
Before things break from normal wear-and-tear
I call it finished now. I’ve been involved
with choosing outside furniture of late –
the last amenities for this estate.

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