today looks like spring sunlight.



the weatherman says we may get a big snow storm this weekend.
fuck!


so much needs to be done.
big things, little things, things that undone drive me mad
but...

sucks!


there are cobwebs that i have fought all winter
now i can see them where they hid
laughing.

but!


should i attack them first or scrub the few area rugs?
guess cobwebs first, then rugs.

the paint on the wooden stairs is chipped.
too many trips up and down
down and up with cats scrambling after.

dead leaves in the bushes
broken asphalt from snow plows in the edges of the lawn.

floors to be really really scrubbed
ugh!
sucks

FUCK (or phooey if you prefer)


and more, always more
like the shed door looking
knawed on.


no this isn't a poem

fuck.