Home Depot, among other things.

This weekend was interesting in an ordinary sort of way. It was the rare weekend that we didn’t go out of town nor did anyone come from out of town to visit us… It was one of those weekends that you got-stuff-done. You know, house stuff.

Saturday began with the most dreaded “house stuff” of all… Home Depot. Kashif nor I are one of those people who drool at the sight of tools or see in Home Depot the wonderous possibilities of re-tiling, re-carpeting and re-painting. Yes, we go for those very purposes, but we don’t have the glow in our eyes or the hop-skip in our gait as many of the hardware and crown molding enthusiasts we see walking through the aisles. For me the worst part of Home Depot is its putrid Home-Depot-Trademark-Smell…not to mention the bare floor…the flouresecent lights hanging from the tin ceiling… the lack of anyone there to help you because unlike the rest of the population skipping giddily down the aisles buying paint thinners and paint sponges, we have no idea and WE NEED HELP…

Then there was the matter of the cracked rear view mirror. As mentioned in the previous post, my car’s rear view mirror inexplicably shattered so naturally needed replacing. After three auto part stores not carrying our model, we ended up in the”Pull-A-Part” junk yard. I’ve never been in a car junkyard so I didn’t know what to expect, but I certainly did not expect to feel what I felt…. Picture it: Silence. The ear deafening sort…. cars propped up on makeshift stands in endless rows leading down a gravel hill for two miles as far as one can see. I don’t think it was just Kashif and I who felt like we were in car graveyard because although many people walked around, peeking into cars, inspecting bumpers, they were all exceptionally quiet and almost somber as they yanked off parts and unscrewed headlights. I remember when I was 10 we sold our 12 year old tan Velori for about $200. It wasn’t really hard to let it go but I clearly remember a few months later as we took an alternate route home my brother and I glanced out the window and saw a large field and in it’s center, laying on its side, our tan velori crushed neatly in half. We were so sad we couldn’t eat…The Velori that took my mother to the hospital and from it with newborns… the car we spent innumerable Sundays having soap fights around…. It seemed tragic for anything, even a piece of machinery, that spent its life providing safety and transportation to find such a lonely end.

but as not to end on such a…. (sad?) note… the rest of the weekend has been great… we had a lovely dinner at cheesecake factory on Friday with some friends (If you have dinner there make sure to order the santa fe chicken salad… it’s unbeatable for taste and calories)…. and after a very busy summer of visiting people and places, it was really nice to have down time.. just hanging out… watching rentals and eating popcorn. It’s a wonderful, quiet sort of joy :).

14 thoughts on “Home Depot, among other things.”

  1. The only thing more tragic than the car graveyard is when you go to one to see your car for the last time after it’s been totaled after a massive car accident. I owned my last car for 12 years, I loved it….and seeing it’s broken and twisted visage was very sad. But the good thing is I survived the accident.


  2. Seems like you write a diary – only for the entire world. I’m surprised you don’t like Home Depot, those guys try to market their store as ‘something for everyone’ although I rarely find anything that appeals to me. The smell, I argue, is really great. It’s the best in the paint section – I walk around there until I get an awful headache!


  3. I’m one of those people who really likes the Home Depot. Of course my best friend works there as a kitchen designer so I am a bit biased. And I love doing projects around the house…but I live in a very old home that needs a lot of work so I had better like home improvement stores.


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