Poem for Saturday and Annmarie Movie Lights

Messy Room
By Shel Silverstein

Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!

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Nationwide's adjusters came before lunch and agreed with the mitigators that pretty much everything from the paneling to the carpet to the bookcases in our basement need to be replaced. All of that supposedly will be covered after our deductible; we lost some books, stuffed animals, and other things, but it could have been so much worse, so now it's just a huge amount of work getting things off the remaining shelves and packed in the pods that are taking up our parking space (mitigators will carry the big items but we are responsible for anything we consider valuable, meaning, you know, all the books). 

The parts of my Friday that did not involve moving things from the basement revolved around football, some very enjoyable, i.e. the Terps beating NC State in the Duke's Mayo Bowl, and some less so, i.e. Notre Dame coming back to win the Gator Bowl. We both thought we might be getting colds (not covid, we tested) but we took a walk in the afternoon in gorgeous 60 degree weather and felt better after that, so we think it's just breathing all the crap blowing around the basement. After dinner, we watched the last episodes of The Peripheral, which I mostly enjoyed. Fannish light displays at Annmarie Garden in Lights: