Upon returning from a brief vacation and I seem to remember that we said we might have brunch this Saturday (a poem)
Will the real house-sitter stand up? Julia wonders whether her folks’ tradesmen have gone over the Iguazu Falls in this poem written in the throes of her house sitting assignment.
7 October 2004
Weekends, when you’re house-dog-cat-sitting at your parents – Who are off enjoying magnificent faraway South American landscapes, both city (Buenos Aires) and country (Iguazu Falls)
and the utility room is mid-remodel
and those skilled artisans whose promise was to ‘finish the floors’ and ‘reconnect the washer and dryer’ may as well be going over Iguazu Falls in a barrel
instead of returning the calls of the bewildered, the daughters of drudgery who would only like to do their laundry for free
When you examine the mountains, the tons of junk mail, when one is so different from one’s only sibling
will the real house-sitter please stand up?
the fridge: filled with leftover pizza, chinese delivery, yet the kitchen sink: filled with dishes, why??
Disturbing things happen: mail is placed on the back of a vehicle instead of in the mailbox on the front porch
an orange card reads ‘Dangerous Dog Notice’
True a barking dog is unsettling
But the dog is locked inside the house – Never in 5 years since this dog came to live here has a letter carrier left such a notice
What cure? What cure indeed?
Honey cured ham? Fluffy scrambled eggs and
crispy delicious hash browns
Buttery toast?
YES, A THOUSAND TIMES YES,
FOR WARM, BUTTERY TOAST!!!
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So, how ’bout it? Still want to have brunch on Sat?
About the author: Julia Bazaldua
Julia finds some poetic inspiration in the whole business of house sitting for her parents. Will the real house sitter stand up indeed.
