Sunday, March 8, 2009

March 8


My dad likes to discuss unintended consequences.  My front door is an example of this, though it's never entered the conversation.

The door has this decorative trim all around, making it nearly impossible to unlock the door without scraping up your hand.  It used to be worse, when the wood was rough cedar:  at least now the paint has smoothed over the splinters-in-waiting.

Lubbock, Texas

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