Home Depot might be the most dangerous place on earth. Sure there are lots of sharp and heavy things, forklifts zigzaging the aisles, and lumber precariously balanced 18 feet high. But the real danger is that it's all for sale and home projects begin to pop into your mind. You begin to fancy yourself a builder, a plumber, an architect--all of which you have no training in whatsoever.
Last night a simple trip to get some mulch turned into floor to ceiling bookshelves. Today I've got 24 feet of shelving for my library, and I can assure you it will be filled pretty quick. I finally have space for all my books--funny, since paper with words on it is fast-becoming the newest relic of the 21st century.
But it's good to have the space and shelving for it all. It's even better to spend the day building stuff. As Becca will readily attest, I'm addicted to projects. This is one I'm pretty excited about.
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