Ninety-Six Hour Countdown

Old neighbors like hinges need to be oiled

every so often. A pie, some brownies,

a good Merlot …

 

the prelude to asking: would you mind

keeping an eye on him

while I am away …

 

My wife leaves nothing to chance,

an itinerary deliberately placed

in plain view, right next to the ice

 

bucket, so I can’t claim to have missed

her expectations for my managing

her three-week flitter …

 

the cordillera of Tupperware

stacked for ease of

convenience, my limited predilection

for favoring comfort over the extended heating up …

 

By the second week any urgency

for making the bed gives way

to how late in the day I’ve left the sheets  

 

to idle through the maze

of a man about the house …

not exactly lost, but teetering

toward the irrelevancy of pants. 

Ken e Bujold

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

An entertaining and amusing read. Sounds like the elastic of housekeeping is loose while muse is away. Progressively gets slacker as time goes on. Are you going to have a binge the day before she gets back? Same thing happens when we are away and the young adults are left behind!! They always want to know precisely what time we will be back home:) Enjoyed the read Ken. So relatable.

Chris

[Ken e Bujold]

well i suppose your young are perhaps not yet financially equipped. I simply called in the Molly maids and retreated to my study with a tumbler, ice, and the decanter. :)

[Chris Shaw]

Ha ha!! And will you tell muse you had Molly Maids in to clean up the mess or will you let her think how well you have done ? On reflection, I think muse will know:))

[Ken e Bujold]

Of course, she knows. We reached an understanding a long long time ago. My wife senses dust in a vacuum, and the Hoover I know was a failed US president. So, maids paid by me = peace in the valley. :) Not that I am inattentive to tidiness. but my wife is A SINGAPOREAN, and you can eat off the sidewalks there. I am a little more laid back and calculative of my time. one maid, a few quid, which would be the cost of our weekly night out for dinner...so i ordered a pizza LOL

[AYVID N]

A poem with a universal ring to it. The sense of purpose is often lost quickly if a partner goes away for a time. I think its more the absence of someone to rein one in. It starts with small things neglected at first and soon we're roaming around with no pants! I laughed so much. This was funny but also so true. Loved your wit here!

[Kelly Scheppers]

"...not exactly lost but teetering toward the irrelevancy of pants!" Lol, now that got my attention! Hey Ken, don't forget to leave the toilet seat UP! Aww, life IS sweet!

Thanks for the laugh...and the indelible images! ; )

[Ken e Bujold]

this is what happens when wife goes away for two weeks and leaves me on my own. LOL Title is from counting down the number of hours left to my having to ship up shape shift back into functioning member of society

[Kelly Scheppers]

Lol, enjoy your freedom, my friend!

[Kelly Scheppers]

...hmmm, were they boxers by any chance? Just kidding!!