Fix It

The floor’s been swept.
The bathroom scrubbed.
The counters cleared.

He pulls out tools
Mends the fence.
Screws the stairs.
Replaces the jamb.

Yet at home he flees for the office. And who can blame him?
Not a surface on which to balance a plate, nor a floor clear enough to clean.
Items fall off the shelves as one squeezes by to get from here to there
and when it gets picked up it merely gets returned to the same place from which it fell,
only to be knocked down again and again.

The project is too big.
The progress too minute.
We need to gut the place.
To make a massive difference to make us believe that change is really possible.
There is just too much stuff.
A Sam Lloyd 16 puzzle without a missing piece.
We need to make holes so we have someplace into which to move our stuff.

I am slowly (ever so painfully slowly!) getting things out of the house.
I need to do more.
I need to do faster.
I need to do it now!