(I have been working on creating a “girl cave” for myself in the unfinished portion of our basement. I have been so focused and excited about the finished product that I have had a few mishaps along the way. Moments where common sense was trumped by, well, common nonsense. Oh, wait…that’s just another normal day for me…)
Staple gun in hand
On a ladder near the ceiling
Hanging lovely fabrics
For a warm and cozy feeling
Climbing down and moving on
The next spot to decorate
I quickly moved the ladder
But did not anticipate
What was about to happen
Because this girl forgot
To remove the giant staple gun
From it’s “top o’ the ladder” spot
AND THEN IT HIT ME…
Crashing down upon me
Hard upon my skull
The impact left me dizzy
With a headache not so dull
Yep, that’s when it hit me…
But on to the next project
I bravely made my way
I grabbed my hammer and the nails
Some art and such to hang
Feeling rather skillful
In this great endeavor
I pounded nails quick and hard
Proud I was so clever
AND THEN IT HIT ME…
The hammer hit a nail
But the nail it hit was mine
Words came out that shouldn’t have
The only words that I could find
Sounds of pain and anger
Emerged as cries and yelps
But though they eased the tension
The pain they didn’t help.
Yep, that’s when it hit me.
Splinters? I got many.
Aches and pains? A few.
Bruises, bumps and blisters?
More than my fair share, it’s true.
AND THEN IT HIT ME….
Anything worth having
Is worthy of some pain
Every goal is worth the fight
To see results attained
The aches that this world offers
Try to slow us down
To hurt and to defeat us
But here is what I’ve found
The bumps, they give us texture
The bruises, they add a hue
The cuts and scrapes give depth to us
The splinters, inside view
Yep that’s when it hit me…
Hi Jana,
Your poetic expressions of frustration and fit, gave me full assurance about my praying for your safety each day as it pertains to your business at work and in staging – away or at home in your basement. I do pray for you safety, but after this most recent “encounter” I think I must pray longer and harder for you in this department.
Keep at it, but PLEASE, be safe!
I love you.
Papa
Love you, too, Papa! I got a few bumps and bruises along the way, but I’m really happy with the results! Now I hope I can find the time to actually use it! xoxo
My space next? pretty please when you come to Vancouver?
You stay safe, girl. Geez! was anybody there to comfort you after the mishaps with the tools?