A man his age shouldn’t be standing on the hardened dirt
floor, the cold dampness isn’t helpful
to the arthritis that plagues his knees and hips,
but he insists that he has to stand in the garage, for that’s his “work”,
besides, using a stool with a cushioned seat, like the one I bought him
Christmas last , doesn’t allow him to “study”
or move up closely
where the flaws are.
and how else will they get fixed?
” ’cause there ain’t no body who can find ’em, fix ’em or do it better than me “,
his words, not mine.
-dld january 1o, ’11-
T10 Monday, 1/10 – In the garage