April 21, 2013

  • door

    You cannot imagine how much difference a door makes.  I’m not making this up.  Here’s the thing.  I’ve had a sewing room since we moved into this house.  It’s a cubicle in the basement and a mess, but worse than that it was a room without a door.  In a basement.  In a house full of cats.  Who are furry and lay down wherever they feel like.  And other stuff that cats do.  This is a problem.  Because I have a sewing room because I have done a lot of sewing.  Cat fur and other stuff is not good. 

    Sure. I asked for a door. Once or twice.  And then I stopped asking.  Not because I no longer wanted the door.  You know.  I gave up figuring it was a big deal to get and my time was spent on other things.  Until I got miffed and did a little research.  To discover that Home Depot was practically giving away cheap doors.  So I fetched myself one.  Even took it into the basement.  And asked nicely.  So now I have a door.

    I have a space that is completely mine.  Mine.  Nobody else has any business in there.  I am a valued part of this little household because someone was willing to use power tools to meet my needs.  When I’m in my space, I’m not in a basement any more, I’m in a room with four walls and a door.  Not just any door either.  Here’s one side of my zen door.

    I started the other side tonight.  :)

    #npm 6 (maybe) a haiku.

    four walls and a door
    private space and solitude
    door opens inward

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