Desiree and I started on a remodel of our utility room.
For
the last thirty-one years, my shoes, trash bags and cleaning supplies have been
in the utility room. Our first step in
the remodel process was removing most everything from the room. Yesterday, after entering the empty room, I
walked back out to where Desiree stood in the nearby kitchen.
“How
many times are we going to do that?” I asked her.
“Do
what?”
“Go
into the utility room for something that isn’t there anymore. I just went in there to grab a trash bag for
the kitchen, even though I moved them out only a few minutes ago.”
Three
times, during the course of yesterday, my ingrained habits directed me into the
empty room.
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