Tender Loving Stuff
Haul Out Blvd.
Dear Smoky Mirror Closet Door Panels,
I feel sad when any relationship doesn’t work out, but I never liked having you in the bedroom. You were here when I moved in. The renovations provided a good excuse to get rid of you. Even if your smoky glass makes seeing things hazy, like how the colors of my jeans and T-shirts look as an ensemble, you were hanging right across from my bed for almost 10 years. I can’t help but feel that there are images of me trapped under your surface that I wouldn’t want anybody to see.
I can’t even say that seeing you propped up against the box containing the new bathtub in the middle of the living room has changed my feelings. In my defense, I will say that I made arrangements with the Habitat for Humanity Restore so you won’t be thrown in the dumpster. On the way there, I noticed how the sky reflected in your surface, which hardly seemed smoky at all in the bright sunshine. The drive must have been a bit harrowing for you. I am sorry if you felt the bumpy ride. The trunk lid kept bouncing down on the wooden beam that we used to protect you from the impact. I held onto the beam so it wouldn’t hurt you, but there was still a tiny scratch on your surface near the bottom of one of your panels. I hope it didn’t hurt too much and won’t diminish your chances of going to a new home. Despite that minor flaw, some other renovator will surely snap up the pair of you quickly, so you’ll be able to stay together. I trust that that what I saw as shortcomings others will see as your finest qualities, and you will all be happy.
At the doorway a Restore employee saw me video-taping and said, “It’s hard to say goodbye.” It is.
Farewell, Smoky Mirrors.