by Curtis Blais (with a little help from Copilot - AABB Rhyming Scheme)
It's been a few weeks since the last post as we had traveled to Vancouver and there was lots of painting while we were gone.
The island came in piece by piece,
Its size and style? A showstopper feast.
A centerpiece that steals the show,
With space and flair in every row.
The garbage cabinet took its time,
They shaped it right — precision prime.
Green bin and trash now snugly fit,
A custom job, they nailed each bit.
The wine fridge saga took a turn,
I canceled once — a lesson learned.
Reordered fast, with hopeful cheer,
But still no fridge... it’s nowhere near.
I won’t name names, but here’s a clue:
You’d need good Visions to see it through.
All talk, no action — quite the tease,
Still waiting on that wine to please.
Amanda’s crew came back in style,
With plastic, tape, and paper pile.
I fled my office, deck-bound bound,
To dodge the wrap that wrapped around.
No blog posts lately — here’s the scoop:
The painting’s involved, a patient loop.
Perfection takes a painter’s grace,
Each stroke a masterpiece in place.
While we were off in Vancouver’s charm,
The railings stained — a quiet alarm.
Trim got sprayed, and wow, it gleams,
Amanda’s work fulfills our dreams.
I caught her late one evening there,
A light in hand, inspecting air.
She sanded specks so small, so slight,
Chasing shadows with her light.
She left a sign, a sweet surprise,
A note of joy beneath the skies.
I kept it close — a thoughtful touch,
Might use it later, means so much.
The trim’s just coat one, still to go,
She’ll re-wrap all for her next show.
Spray-magic waits for base and floor,
Then she’ll return to do much more.
The garden called — it was that time,
I used the island, felt sublime.
A plywood top, some veg to prep,
A harvest small, but full of pep.
A floorboard squeaked, a stubborn sound,
I tried all tricks — none could be found.
Cut out a piece, still no relief,
Till basement sleuthing brought belief.
Two nails removed, some screws in place,
The squeak was gone without a trace.
A furnace room, the final clue,
And now the floors feel fresh and new.
Quartz was measured, clean and tight,
In just a week, we’ll see the light.
Stone laid down — a kitchen’s crown,
The heart of home will soon be found.
The floors get prepped, the planks will glide,
These steps bring progress we can't hide.
Each board and counter, placed just right,
Will bring this dream into the light.
Excitement builds with every day,
The end is near — we're on our way.
Soon life returns, a calmer scene,
Where meals and moments feel serene.
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