Doors doors doors doors!!! So many frickin doors! I recently moved from a cottage sporting three doors in the entire 1500 square feet. To a whopping 16 door house. So obviously this is a post about doors and their history and what they mean to me and my cats. Do I like them? I’m not sure what I think about them yet. My cats seem to be fascinated by them, reminding me of the people on the Price is Right, hey Buster, what is behind door # 2?? Oh look!! A room..or perhaps a busy street, a hallway or if we are really really lucky, there might just be…..a closet!! The magic of doors, I feel it now, I really do!! I feel it so much….. I desperately need to take door #2 off it’s hinges between the kitchen and the dining room. Do we leave a door open? Do we pick door #7 and leave it closed? Someone very close to me doesn’t EVEN want to consider leaving a door permanently closed. Expressing to me how it really breaks up the flow of the house. This makes me ponder the expression sometimes used about locked doors and open doors, referring to our frame of mind or opportunities. Are you a closed door kind of person? Do you open a new door every morning or close your door to the world? Do the doors in my house hold these same sentiments? Doubt it..yet… if my bedroom door ever gets stuck, I’m sure I’ll hesitate…just for a second to consider how the wood is feeling.
Every single time (the statistic here is 100% accurate) I open a door (especially to a closet), the cats rush in to see what magical land awaits them, usually a plethora of shoes. Unfazed by the hard rubber and leather, their triggered response keeps them exploring, hoping for the possibility of finding something new or just a cozy place to hide. Do they know something we don’t?? I remember hiding in closets when I was a little kid by myself and with friends eating pop-tarts. Who wouldn’t want to explore if suddenly dropped into a house of doors, and if this surreal adventure actually did happen, how long would it take to go through the first door?? Anything could be on the other side, a vampire, a beach, a couple having sex or possibly my dead grandmother. God, that would freak me out! C’mon who hasn’t seen “Cube” I definitely don’t know my prime numbers, do you??
I’d like to recall a few times when doors have meant the most to me, appreciating their strength for keeping the meanies at bay. Some nasty-freaky-people broke into my house in Southern California, this is a time I was unexpectedly satisfied for the door to my bedroom to be closed. I immediately jumped out the window as the door swung open by a robber. The main door served me well too, warning me as it busted open, that this was not its usual sound. It’s critical to have a door to mask the scary dark hallway in the middle of the night when I’m all alone. I’m fond of my imagination, but not when it conjures up a demon or zombie racing in from the hallway to kill me. My flimsy unlocked caboose door kept the meth-head rambler out, leaving him unaware I was hiding on the other side. There are numerous times I’ve been protected by a door. I can’t imagine wishing I had palm leaves or an animal hide instead. Is a door the strongest barrier against evil?? Maybe it’s time to revisit my college film entering through a door, I’m realizing more interesting possibilities than my parents stored junk!
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