Installed a bathtub today, mighty fine work if I do say so myself. Only problem is my family hates it.
“Eww dad, it’s so old and gross,” my eldest says.
“Really, honey… with how tight money’s been lately… I don’t know.
I wish you would have talked to me about it first.”
Why can’t they just be happy.
Why can’t they just appreciate that I wanted
to do something nice for us… for the family.
It’s not this horrible old thing.
It’s hope! Comfort.
Sanctuary.
The following entry uses the word prompt “Oak“ as inspiration.
The large holy oak calls to me,
inviting me to climb
Life is peaceful, up here
Far away from the clamor
and every once in a while,
I feel like looking down
How odd it is that the only time I feel fear
is when I’m looking where I’m from
Down there, is pain
Down there, is heartbreak
Down there, is the fall
The Ragged Journal 