notsoemptynesters
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12:51:57 am on January 20, 2010 |
One day my daughter was finishing up some work in her closet. The task required hooks. She decided that I really didn’t need the set of hooks in my hallway, and tried to convince me of the same. But that was not as easy as she thought.
Don’t get me wrong, persuasion is definitely one of her strong points and she had a good argument. My husband had made the hooks home to his collection of hardly ever worn sweaters and jackets. It was definitely an eyesore, and somewhat of an obstacle for passerbyers. (Is that a word?) But what she didn’t realize was that one of those hooks belonged to me. And I wasn’t going down without a fight.
I don’t ask for much, really I don’t, just one little hook to hang my coat and purse. To her not a big deal, but to me it was so much more. It was an important part of my routine-a little touch of sanity in a world of progressive amnesia. I always, well almost always, knew where I could find at least two important items in my life. Who did she think she was messing with my peace of mind?
I felt a little like Jean Luke Picard in the Enterprise when faced with the Borg, an enemy that had invaded and assimilated much of his ship. He drew an imaginary line and stated “Here, and no further.” But alas, she was a formidable enemy. And unlike Picard I did not have the strength or determination to win this battle on my own. But like so many times before, my husband came to the rescue.
In the end, she got her hooks. My husband got rid of some of his collection, and found another place for the rest. He bought me new hooks for the hallway. But my youngest is now using the extra hooks and it seems crowded as ever. Oh well, at least I have my hook. Another lost battle, but I still have hope for the war….
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notsoemptynesters 5:20 am on January 20, 2010 | #
UPDATE: The kids try to hang so much stuff on the hooks that they broke. I’m using the hooks in my room now. AHHHHHHH!