As I rap, clap, tapped on the washer
it just rang, clang, banged back at me.
No foul-mouthed fix,
nor long-sleeved tricks
could charm it back to be.
I push, shove, bumped on the side.
I pull, push, turned on the top.
No water did stream
or so it would seem,
as the lid slipped my fingers and did drop.
My 'driver twist, spin, whirled on the screws
a faceplate lift, wiggle, scraped as I removed
Wires splayed a'plenty
connections tight as any
so what have I done proved?
Not certified, authorized nor qualified
To identify, evaluate, nor repair.
Take away my tool-belt
before I leave a big welt
on confidence that reigns on false airs.
smiles. just think of yourself as the complete package k...maytag repair woman, writer, runway walker...is there anything you cant do?
ReplyDeleteloved this!!!!!! you rock!!!!!!!
ReplyDeletePicture me standing tall with arms planted firmly on hips I am WOMAN; multi-tasking, cleaning, fixing, hugging, cooking, laughing, crying WOMAN.
ReplyDeletehugs Brian
xo
Thanks Debbie. The poem tickled me pretty good, I have to admit. I was not the repair person I aspired to be though, but I gave it the ole college try...
ReplyDeleteThat was too good!! Loved it!
ReplyDeleteThanks Cindy. Nice to meet you. I did fix the problem, but not the way I originally planned; a new washer is spinning in the basement as I rap, clap, tap on my keyboard.
ReplyDeleteI know the feeling. Some things are better left to
ReplyDeleteto the experts...not worth the rise in blood pressure!
Timoteo, I really should see if I can learn to let go and trust in the experts. Too often I take it all on myself and the kids sneak away quietly hoping to erase images of Mommy muttering and whatnot. Tonight it was fixing the drain stopper in the bathroom. BAAAHHHHHHHH! Too much some days (I fixed that too though) :-)
ReplyDeleteLove this! and I have so been there. sometimes new IS the only way to go :-)
ReplyDeletethanks Marilynn. I christened it by doing 5 loads that day and plan on one or two today!
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