This morning my landlord's family decided to turn their sprinkler on and in the process soaked our living room. The couch, the chair, the table, everything was soaked. Our fault I guess for leaving the window open. We should have known it would come to this at some point; they love that stupid sprinkler and the little patch of grass that they water even on days when it rains. Oh...just venting.
As a treat for letting me vent, here is a poem:
Ten Years Later
I collect reasons to love you
Place them in drawers
Hide them in corners
Wherever I turn I’m forced
to remember, when what I really want
is to forget
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Everyone needs to vent sometimes! I like the poem--takes an interesting turn at the end.
ReplyDeleteWhat a huge nuisance about the sprinkler! Of course you can't swear too much at your landlord >:-( But really, a person should be able to open their lounge window ...
ReplyDeleteThank you for the little treat! :-)
aww sorry to hear about the showered living room :( did you guys ever say anything to them about it?
ReplyDeleteWe did talk to them about it and they said it was so early in the morning that they didn't even think to look to see if our window was open. I just hope it doesn't happen again!
ReplyDeleteThanks all of you for reading/commenting :)
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ReplyDeleteI like the poem, sounds like me, some things are hard to forget
ReplyDeletenice poem. short and bittersweet. Ur neighbors deserve a chuck norris roundhouse kick!
ReplyDeleteloved the poem! i can relate...i still have (and occasionally use) the brand of bodywash that my ex used. though it makes me sad to think about him, i can't take it out of the shower either. i sometimes wonder what i'll do when the bottle empties. will i still keep it there or will i finally be ready to let go? you know?
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