My Closet Door Needs A Bike Helmet!

“John, can you help me?” He was timing himself on a number puzzle but didn’t complain and followed me into the house. I handed him tweezers and sat in a chair and bowed my head. He knew the tweezers meant splinters but didn’t understand the reverence I was showing to the subject until I said, “It’s on my head!”
“What?” he said.
“I’ve already pulled out about two inches but the end broke off.” I told him still holding my lowered head position.
He knew to operate first, ask questions later, but after the last quarter inch of raw wood was extracted I explained I’d run into the open beams in my closet again.
My closet is tucked under the sloping roof and isn’t quite as tall as I am along one side, and the beams make it even six inches shorter in several places, then the roof lowers into crawling height over storage items.
I should hang a bicycle helmet, ready for use, on my closet door. nancymauerman.com

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