Monday, March 10, 2014
SLICE #10- CRASH
When I walk in the door, I immediately notice a pile on the floor in the closet alcove to my left.
The non-working antique clock, which had been on the shelf in the closet is on the floor.
My first thought is that my house has been broken into. I mentally catalogue what was in that closet- winter coats, vacuum cleaner, mop bucket, extra three ring binders-- and I wonder what might have been stolen.
And then I realize what really happened.
Yesterday, when I got home from my mom's house I was pretty tired. And I had a full car to unload. And a lot of schoolwork to do. In addition to all of the treasures I wrote about yesterday, I had brought home some clothes my mom wanted me to try on.
I live in an old house, with little tiny closets. My bedroom closet is totally full. I knew the new clothes wouldn't fit in that closet. So I ingeniously, or so I thought, decided to hang them in the coat closet in the front hall. It never occurred to me that that would be a problem.
But I guess it was.
Evidently, the clothes were too heavy. They pulled the clothes rod and shelf right out of the wall. And everything hanging on the rod and everything on the shelf above it, is now on the floor of my living room.
I sat down on the floor and cried.
And then I took the dog for a walk.
The clothes are still there.
They may still be there in June, when school gets out.
Because I am too tired to care.