yet another

yet another and all i can do is laugh

these months of preparing for the sale

of the home my beloved built

for me with view of Cascade mountains

in the foothills of the coastal range

surrounded by trees, so forest animals

would come to graze on my lawn

or sneak-attack on voles and tiny critters

or neighbor pets—i kept finches unquietly in a cage near the window

where they could look outside

each project over the months put off by  “We can’t do that until…” and

scheduled seldom less than a week

or two in the future, or promised

and then delayed for good reason

i had no quarrel against since, over

the decades i was one who had accumulated mountains of treasure

and stuff over the decades and delayed repairs that finally needed to be done

weeks became months

until this past month when we

could all see the end approaching

until this week one final clearing

to be done on Monday and technicians

to be let in for maintenance on Thursday

ah, the anticipation of joy only a misstep

on Monday needing a contractor’s repairs and, for me, two extra dashes

to my house to let him work

yet another, and all i can do is laugh