Not A Fan

Not A Fan

When we met with our Realtor, we came up with a list of four items that definitely needed to be completed before we can list the house. He referred me to his dry-wall guy, and that handyman and his crew came by today and knocked it all out. The side wall that was covered with vines that had died and took the paint with them now looks like new.

I was very happy with work they did and I decided to use that momentum to finally install the new ceiling fan in the master bedroom. Although Lee and I will only enjoy it for a couple of weeks, I know it won’t hurt to have it installed. Besides, I bought it months ago so the least I could do is put it up.

I now remember why I don’t enjoy working with ceiling fans. Mechanically, they’re quite simple to install. Physically, however, they’re a pain (literally and figuratively). Having to balance yourself on a ladder with arms up and extended while you try to negotiate with tiny screws …. ugh!

My arms feel like Jell-O, my calves are still on fire, and I’m sure my back is going to be very angry with me in the morning. But hey, the fan looks great!

Exhaustion

There are times when the last thing I want to do is write a blog post. The idea of putting together 500+ words together coherently and intelligently just feels overly daunting. So instead, I surrendered to my inner poet and wrote about how tired I’ve been feeling as of late.


 

EXHAUSTION

The ache
The pain
The soreness
Both physical and mental

Gravity is compounded
Weight upon weight
With no relief in sight
The hurt continues

Another day of work
Another day of tasks
Another day of hoping
For moments like this to pass

I try to breathe
But my shrunken lungs wail
My muscles tremble
Rebelling against what I ask them to do

The well is deeper than I first thought
The tunnel is longer
And darker
And scarier

I long not for joy
Nor pleasure
Just relief
Simple, unadulterated relief

It will come
I know this
I believe this
I so desperately hope

But until then
My distress goes on
And through teary eyes
I seek desperately for relief

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