Sanding, Sweat, and Stacked Stone Regret

by Curtis Blais (with a little help from Copilot - AABB Rhyming Scheme)

 

The sparkies came with wires to weave,

Then left some holes you wouldn’t believe.

With patching done and ceiling skimmed,

The popcorn’s gone, the lights now dimmed.

The sanding started, never ceased,

A dust storm raged — a drywall beast!

No matter how you try to clean,

It settles in like it's unseen.

The A/C’s off, we dare not blow,

This powdery plague from high to low.

The furnace roared to dry the paste,

And turned our home into a waste.

Twenty-seven — Celsius, mind!

But bedroom breezes were quite kind.

We cracked the windows, caught the chill,

And cooled our room with nature’s will.

Now Les arrives, a drywall pro,

With skills that make the finish glow.

And Curtis too — a name well picked,

A sidekick who’s completely slick.

Next up: the primer, walls and dome,

Preparing for a fresher home.

We’re seeing signs, things reappear,

But there’s still much to do, I fear.

Extra Note:

I ordered stone — a stacked design,

But picked the wrong one (that was mine).

Returned it fast, no time to moan,

Now waiting on the proper stone. (sigh)