National Poetry Writing Month - April 9, 2014

It was supposed to be a hectic couple of days off. There were floors to be completed, and dog medicine to administer. So far, I've accomplished the medicine. The flooring is another issue and frankly it's a bit bothersome. A professional operation should know where their customers products are when their trucks leave so that things that are scheduled can be taken care of. But alas, it's not that way in the real world. So instead of waiting for workmen to leave, I am doing my usual day off routine. And that's fine with me.

Same Old Same

Hectic and harried on my hallowed days off

Aren't what I wanted. Wearily I wrested myself out of bed

Dutifully dealt with dog and dog doo

I sat silently on sofa. 

Time ticked away as we waited

Passed out pup and people papa

Both bothered that breaking day was barely beginning

Stretching and straining; sure they would start soon

Looking longingly out living room window

Hoping against hope to hurry house workers

Setting to some simple tasks

Moving most of the mess out of the way

Deciding that dog was in need of dosing

I took bottle of brownish bad time in hand

With a wipe and a wisp

The medicine made it mess in her ear

Laundry lay lazily in baskets 

Laughing at my lack of motivation

Steeling myself so soiled clothes wouldn't win

Into washer with them while we waited

Finally, feeling forgotten phone calls were made

Seems someone set our stuff aside

It was out but out of range

Causing cancellation

Required rescheduling was done

Clothing cleaned, creased and classified

Dog dosed and dog biscuited

Day off. Drifting away as normal again