They broke our house

Standing in coffee hour after church this morning, we join our chapter to the home remodeling disaster book.  As disasters go, ours is mild in comparison, very mild.  I am reminded of other disasters I have lived through and out the other side.  This is mild in comparison with them as well.  In this I have good company, a wonderful companion, and I still have my colorful stack of potholders, now in the laundry as they were directly under the flood from above.  I*m sure this experience will prove itself to be helpful in the long run.  And probably even funnier.

I remember years ago

I waited for the divorce

To be final,

Walked through it step by step,

Figured years down the road

I might be helpful

To someone else

In similar circumstances.

In those days I made

Stack upon stack

Of colorful potholders,

Each one symbolic

Of an evening alone

With a small child,

Not yet two.

Today I am in a solid marriage,

Shared humor,

The kitchen ceiling

Gone.

Today we hear more stories

Of construction

Gone wrong

Oh so wrong.

We join our chapter

To the book

Of construction stories.

They broke our house,

My daughter says.

Her friend regales her

With her own story

Of construction gone wrong.

It seems we are not the first people

To get the beginnings

Of a new kitchen

From a bathroom remodel

Overhead.

Perhaps in time

It will be even funnier