Sanford and Son

111373737Honestly, one day, I hope to rise above my trailer houseness. I keep trying. But it all just comes back right on my head. But I will fight this day.

Honestly, I am envious of rich people. I want the order. I want the slacks. The squeaky shoes. I want to feel clean. I want to know what to do. I want to know how to do things.

I want a clean garahe. I want everything to have its place. I want each thing to be something nice to handle. Each thing, placed.

I don't want a lot. I hardly want anything. I want the lines to be lines. I want metals that do not rust. I want the space between things cleanable. I want paint that doesn't peel. I want the work that I do to always find completion. I want to see the work built upon, not simply covered up under dust, ashes and mold; or simply thrown away in some faraway pile.

I just want it to be right.

I can't get everything right, but maybe just one thing. I think I could be happy with that. Nah. I couldn't be. But maybe for little bit, just to rest.

PS: I use my 16 pound sledgehammer to demolish an old kitchen cabinet. I gave it a hard-hit. I closed my eyes when I swung the sledgehammer. When I opened my eyes, to my surprise, that one hit completely obliterated it. It felt really good.
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