If it’s possible to go shopping at Home Depot without stopping someone in an apron for directions at least once (usually more) it’s an experience that’s evaded me.
I am not a list maker. I succumbed today. It served me well. I came home with everything… but the pony!
This afternoon was dedicated to my office upstairs. I decided to make some changes that are only possible when you get to start from scratch. Most of the furniture is the same, but it’s how it’s arranged and how equipment is deployed inside it that’s changed.
The one component I did need was a stand for my TV. It’s been sitting on a file cabinet for the past few years. Ugly. Dysfunctional. Difficult to see.
I headed out to Target where the perfect TV stand was on sale for $25. Assembly was required, but I’ve gotten reasonably adept at that.
I carried the box upstairs opened it and looked inside. The first three pieces I saw were broken!
Seriously they were just broken in half as if the box had been tossed around by some unhappy Target employees. There were no outward signs. These were internal wounds!
I drove back and picked up another.
Whoops. That’s how my fantasy story goes. In real life it was 7:00 PM on Sunday nearly everything else was closed and there were no more.
I headed to WalMart.
OK–I know. I have written about WalMart many times. I make it my policy not to shop WalMart. Tonight I made an exception.
This time the pieces were fine (though it’s a little disingenuous to call the TV stand’s primary material “wood.”). The whole stand took around 30 minutes to assemble.
I could have put it together sooner except I screwed two pieces upside down. I dis then reassembled my mistake. Tic. Tic. Tic.
Living out of boxes with varying access to bathrooms, closets and even computers has been a pain. I think we’re finally making progress.