in the basement

tiptoeing through the dark & stubbing your toe on some broken chainsaw, "goddammit!" then beat the thing half back to life & punching a hole in the drywall above the staircase

now which breaker leads to the upstairs bath? & when did it get so disgusting down here? & oh boy, look at that senior portrait (put a few pounds on since- haw haw!) 

all of a sudden it's like some giant dustbowl carnival & swinging around to ragtime & reliving those photographed memories (almost like ecstasy now days) 

so gently pet your old chainsaw buddy & patch the hole before climbing up the heavy stairs back to whatever your wife's current mood is