To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow . .
Or is it too much to expect that our bathroom would be finished by now. Hell houses have been built in this amount of time. This renovation has now lasted longer than Kim Kardashian's marriage (as if I care about that fact). We are so close.
To reach the unreachable star . .
This is my quest: to follow that star
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far
Then last night the door was rehung. This is monumental progress. But it is a milestone in my mind. That leaves towel racks and hooks. Just minor details. But as I have often said before it is the damn devil in those details.
And, yes, like Man of La Mancha I feel as if I am fighting windmills.