Last year M calls me with
the question, “What do you think I should do?”
She is cleaning out a closet and comes across an unopened box. She had taken it from her old house when she moved into her new house twenty years ago.
M opens it. It is from Matouk,
makers of fine, expensive linens. In it
is a beautiful duvet cover she must have ordered at some point, though she has
no recollection of it. The duvet cover
is monogrammed. But Matouk has made a mistake. It should read mCt. Instead, it’s mTc. M's husband’s first initial is in the middle, rather than their last name
initial. I have no good answer for her,
only another question: “How could you
not have opened the box when it arrived 20 years ago?”
Now here’s my story.
Let’s start with this: my
apartment is small. Other than my room
and the coat closet, I have three closets.
Good by New York standards, but still, not many closets.
A few weeks ago a friend
mentioned that she had gotten a stick vacuum cleaner. She raved about its lightness and ease of
use. I hate vacuuming and though my
Miele is small, it is still heavy. For
daily use, I think the stick vacuum would be perfect. I research stick vacuums, find the best one,
and order it. I chose a Hoover Corded. I
would have preferred the rechargeable but that one is twice as much.
Finally it arrives. As Alexander is gone, I ask the handyman to
help with its assembly. It isn’t much,
but I know it will take Mike under five minutes and me over thirty.
I try it out; it works
fine. I go to put it away in the big front
closet. This is the closet that holds
off-season coats, Alexander’s hang-up things, Costco big-boxed items, a step
stool, and some other random things. I
take out the step stool to make room for the vacuum and there, next to the step
stool, in a closet I open every single day, is another stick vacuum. The more expensive Hoover corded. The one I had to have in 2009 and obviously never
use.
I take it out, turn it on,
and it starts just fine.
I pack up the one I just
bought. Ship it off to Amazon. And wonder…well, so many things.
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