Adjusting to life's changes with hope… through poetry, haiku, and commentary

Mostly Minutiae No. 26


It is the day after Christmas and the hardware
store was packed, much to my surprise. I had
to replace that toilet handle.

Top was off. Water off a quarter turn. Flush.
Unhook the two chains. Put in new handle rod.
Take out and bend to fit. Back in and tighten.

Attach chains. Water on. Test flush. Oops, tank
refill not triggered. Hook chains in different holes
to adjust pull. Tank refills. Another miracle for

the record books. A ten minute repair instead of
hours. (The kitchen sink faucet is starting to
fail; that will be next. What are the chances of

me being in another country before it does? Not
good.) I am a Mr. Fix-it out of necessity, certainly
not by design. The older I get, the less fixing I

want to do. (But we do.) We had our standard
weekday breakfast and breakfast brew today.
She gave me a sweet three ounce espresso

cup. It is a great red. It will get its first use in a
matter of moments. As will the coffee press
that came with it. I’ve wanted a small press

forever. I can’t wait. (Do I need a coffee!) I’m
back; I didn’t wait. For my first use, I tried four
ounces of water to a good scoop of fresh

coarse ground espresso. Four minute brew,
with some absorption gave me a full 3 oz.
cup. Just what I needed. Lovely indeed.

(I should have had a double. Next time.)
Now I’m thinking dinner. I’ll probably use the
Brussels sprouts I had planned to us this

weekend but didn’t. (I still need a manicure.)
Which reminds me. A while back I was
pulling out of a shopping area near us when I

noticed a new sign, “Polish Room.” I thought
that was odd but how quaint. I didn’t think we
had a large enough Polish population to

support a local Polish club. When I got home
I told her that the old nail spa is gone, it is
now the Polish Room. She laughed at me

and snorted, “No, silly, Polish Room, not
Polish Room. New owners.” Perception is not
everything; it is something. And often wrong.

I thought for sure it was a club of some sort.

If perception is something; truth is everything.
Christmas ended yesterday for some. For
others it continues. And continues. Truth.

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