"Naruhodo" (なるほど) translated from Japanese means roughly "oh! now I get it." I write, therefore I understand. This blog is one avenue by which I ferret out the meaning of life, the universe, and everything....
Sunday, November 16, 2008
You Know You're at Our House...
... when the reason you are running late is that your coat is in the closet. The problem? The doorknob has fallen off, again, and you have to search the surrounding rooms to find it.
Well, I'd feel right at home, then! Your door handles and frames look not unlike ours.
Our 1911 apartment has what my husband calls "the distressed look." I think the back of the glass doorhandle in my daughter's room is just plain missing. And we used to lock ourselves in the 1/2 bath regularly, which caused me to post a sign with an adapted quote from C.S. Lewis about everybody knowing that how foolish it is to shut one's self in a bathroom. Luckily, at least that problem is fixed now!
And I thought you were going to say something about how many coats were stuffed in your closet! How *did* the handle get all the way into another room?
The knob either became a cat toy, a weapon, or a "fair prize," depending on who found it first. And its location was wherever whomever was finished playing with it.
That's so funny! Yes, anything can become a toy and grow legs. That reminds me that it is time to go around and tighten the screws on all my doorknobs. Usually Dad does that for me when he visits, but it has been a while...
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Well, I'd feel right at home, then! Your door handles and frames look not unlike ours.
Our 1911 apartment has what my husband calls "the distressed look." I think the back of the glass doorhandle in my daughter's room is just plain missing. And we used to lock ourselves in the 1/2 bath regularly, which caused me to post a sign with an adapted quote from C.S. Lewis about everybody knowing that how foolish it is to shut one's self in a bathroom. Luckily, at least that problem is fixed now!
And I thought you were going to say something about how many coats were stuffed in your closet! How *did* the handle get all the way into another room?
The knob either became a cat toy, a weapon, or a "fair prize," depending on who found it first. And its location was wherever whomever was finished playing with it.
That's so funny! Yes, anything can become a toy and grow legs. That reminds me that it is time to go around and tighten the screws on all my doorknobs. Usually Dad does that for me when he visits, but it has been a while...
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