I Still Have The Rugsucker Nightmares
Don’t ask me why. My rugsucking career only lasted for a short time in the mid-8Os, but I’m still occasionally tormented by bad dreams about those years; dreams in which, inevitably, nothing ever goes right. Not last night, though; last night things were different:
The Rugsucker Turnaround
There’s not as much amiss this morning,
not as much amiss at four or half past four,
when the man moves toward the laptop,
when the rugsucking’s done, and all is well
or all is not, at least, as usual, amiss.
A dream is
just a dream or sometimes just another dream
but the rugsucker’s one that just won’t quit:
the dream of faulty equipment, the misplaced
icy tire on the happy childhood poodle; the dream
of the angry customer, the power lines down,
the steamlines cut and hissing spit, the litter
on the late autumn lawn, leaves and twigs
the man wants all sucked up as if perhaps
the rugsucker can’t tell the difference.
But no.
Tonight the rugsucker’s different. Tonight
the white van sails on, pleasantly adrift,
an ark of joy afloat in pleasant suburb seas,
and comes to rest at last exactly as it ought,
exactly where it ought, exactly when it ought
and all goes well.
Nothing goes awry. Nothing
is amiss. The sky stays blue, the equipment
functions well and doesn’t get lost, and the man
asks the lady what she thinks and the lady smiles
and orders the rugsucker paid.
And that’s all
he’s ever wanted, really: just one perfect job
before the sun comes up.
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There’s nothing sucky about Call Me Cate at: SHOW MY FACE.
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Some nightmares never go away, do they? 🙂
6WS: Jet Lag
Maybe this is the end of those nightmares?!
This sounds like a lovely dream. What did you eat last night?
Yay for good dreams!
Have a happy weekend. 🙂
I agree with Robyn; my first thought, this is the end of those awful dreams, you’ve paid your dues for the poodle, the oopses on the rugs, the broken this and the unfinished that. Go now,
enjoy the rest of your dreams. With luck you will never have to see that dream again.
Wishing you sweet dreams for the rest of the week 🙂
never heard them called rugsuckers before….
Hope that dream doesn’t return!
Perhaps your rugsucker years are finally behind you and you are ready to move on! No more nights tormented by dreams of those days. 🙂
Sheds whole new light, Ron! Must try looking at life from another perspective more. Ours (rugsucker man) talks and talks and talks, so I usually arrange to be out when he’s around, and leave my husband “in charge”.
Wishing you only good dreams from here on!
Strange how particular moments in life – unresolved moments – recur as nightmares! Answering your dream with a positive is a good way to go!
Rug suckers??? That’s funny! I have a bad memory of a guy who came to clean our carpets once. He was so rude. He kept yelling at me as he cleaned. “Linda what’s this spot from.?” Like I could remember?! Ha! He did it over and over again. I told him that I have 11 grandkids and we had a dog. How was I supposed to remember what each spot was from? After he was done insulting me and finished the job…he drew a bucket of filthy water from the tank in the truck, and told me that was me…that I was living in filth! I was so upset with him. He was awful! I hoped I never had to see him again! When he left I cried! Then one day I went to report for jury duty…and there he was! UGH! I was thankful that I got dismissed and didn’t have to serve alongside that mean man! HE… was a nightmare to me! (:>)
I certainly hope that is the end of your nightmares. Sweet dreams.
Hooray for happy dreams. I say!