Closet Doors :: The picture has nothing to do with what I’m going to write about. It’s from my trip to Catalina Island a couple weekends ago. I went for my mom’s 60th birthday. The locals said it was the off-season. Personally, to me, it felt like the on-season. It was so nice.

Anyways… On this Monday night, while you’ve been making your dinner and cleaning your kitchen, and tucking your children in or whatever it is that you’ve been doing, I have been to yoga — breathing, channeling and opening my kind, compassionate, caring self. I have also been putting into practice my strong, independent woman self at The Home Depot.

I own my place, which is great because I can do whatever I want to it. So, when my sliding closet doors started bugging me(so annoying how you can only get to one side of the closet at a time – it’s like the whole middle of the closet goes to waste) my strong, independent woman self ripped them off(I might have had to call my dad twice during that process). And then, of course, when I went to The Home Depot for the first time(can I tell you how much I am enjoying using “the” in front of Home Depot right now?!) I found out that my closet is not a standard size, which meant custom size doors needed to be ordered — ch-ching$$$. That was a month ago. The custom doors finally arrived and so I marched myself into The Home Depot to pick them up tonight.

The cart they were on had a bad wheel, but I managed to wheel them out to my car without hitting any humans or bumping into anything – though there were several close calls. And, I could not control my laugh out loud at myself laughter trying to make that cart go in a straight line. Once in the parking lot, I heaved the twice my size doors off the cart and somehow managed to stuff them into my tiny car. As I was giving them the final shove into my car, a guy walking by stops to ask if I’ve got it. My triumphant response, “Uh, YEAH, I do!" 

The journey of getting the doors from the car, to the elevator, to the third floor in my building and into my place was a little less than glorious and far from graceful, but I did it. The doors now happily lie in my entry way where they will likely be for the rest of the week until this weekend when I will paint and install them. I might do this all by my strong independent woman self… OR I might call brother for help. We’ll see.

And now, I am off to the bar for a gin and tonic with my neighbor friend.

Happy Monday.