996.
dead fish in the ditch
filmy eyes fixed and glaring
pale rubber lips pursed
4/29/22
997.
changing a lightbulb
fourteen feet up a ladder
handyman jitters
5/9/22
998.
she made them for me
this hand-knit stack of dishcloths
on her last visit
5/13/22
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
That last one – *sigh* reminds me of my mother and her crochet hats…
Yes. I did like how it was ambiguous whether the gift was a good thing, or else just kind of tolerated. I have always hoped that the things I knit do not elicit that “oh not again” feeling!