Repairs

Sunny came home to her favorite room
Sunny sat down in the kitchen
She opened a book and a box of tools
Sunny came home with a mission
She says days go by I'm hypnotized
I'm walking on a wire
I close my eyes and fly out of my mind
Into the fire

Sunny came home with a list of names
She didn't believe in transcendence
It's time for a few small repairs she said
Sunny came home with a vengeance *

I've never been one to understand why people want to purchase fixer-uppers. Who has time for that? On the other hand, the idea of buying new construction doesn't appeal either, as there's no one ahead of you who has worked all the kinks out.

And yet, I'm married to a man who is not at all inclined to do repairs, though once he begins a task he generally follows it through in a marathong session until it's complete.

Last night, for example (well, Friday night, really) I asked him to be certain to trim the shrubs out front, because I can't stand walking past them any more, and he went to work without even changing to grubby clothes, then complained that he was dressed improperly.

I love him, but he perplexes me.
On the other hand, the bushes look much better.

*”Sunny Came Home,” Shaun Colvin

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