Come Saturday morning

The old refrigerator is gone.  Yeah!  The room still echoes with the laughter of the refrigerator removal guys.  It feels like it should be noon.

We awakened obscenely early

For a Saturday morning.

The refrigerator removal guys

Arrived at 8 AM

Breezy and cheerful

They must have gotten up

At 4.

We struggled out of bed

At 6:15.

It is 9:30 now and it feels like noon.

It seems we are in training

For the hour we will lose

This evening.

We are always in training

For something.

The living room lies strangely empty

Without that extra refrigerator.

The walls echo

With the laughter

From the refrigerator removal guys.

The new refrigerator

The new kitchen is not quite done.  The contractor called this morning, wanting to install the backsplash tomorrow.  We have not made the tile choice... the last piece of the kitchen quilt.  It is now scheduled to be installed a week from tomorrow.  It does help to have a deadline. Meanwhile I sat with a client this week who had made one small, though wonderful, decision.  We illuminated it.  We practiced what might come next  Next on the homefront is helping the old refrigerator take the next step out the front door.

The new refrigerator

Has a spot for everything

Necessary;

Two or three spots

For the unnecessary.

Already I imagine

What the wine rack

On the door

Might hold.

Probably not

Wine.

The new refrigerator

Does not offer a magnetic place

For those necessary notes

Or even the unnecessary ones

That covered the front and side

Of the old refrigerator.

The old waits to be cleaned out:

A metaphor for something

I know.

Everything is.

The old refrigerator still stands

In the living room.

It is one step

From the front door.