Sputterpub's Blog

Disruption I invited took me out
of house and habit, for a quarter year.
I packed away my comforts, moved about
three miles to the south, into a sphere
of love and friendship, where I learned what plays
on television from a network feed.
My nights included ads and talk; my days
had games and shopping trips I didn’t need.

I moved back home before the work was done,
and as the space allowed retrieved my gear.
Locating stashed accouterments was fun,
except a pair of treasures disappeared.
I found my father’s dog tags pretty soon;
the mirror hid till Sunday afternoon.

As soon as we had permits, there was placed
a lockless porta-potty at our curb.
Somebody tipped it once. Someone defaced
its side with paint. Its bulk did not disturb
my eyes, it didn’t stink, no neighbor yelped.
I’m sure the residents all understood
that sight and sound disruption can’t be helped,
whenever we improve the neighborhood.

A job forecast to run three months took six.
A cabinet debacle was the cause
(abetted by a range hood). Now the fix
is mostly done. The ladders and the saws
are gone, inspections passed, I’m glad to say.
And we returned the outhouse yesterday.