A Cabinet Crisis (Mine, Not Bush's)

When I returned home from visiting my husband at the nursing home today, I discovered that a wall cabinet in the master bathroom was partially hanging off the wall. (Maybe there was an earthquake, although none was mentioned on the news tonight.) One of the doors had come open and there was broken glass and cupboard contents all over the floor. So I did what any reasonable person would do. I took a nap while I considered my options.

Several hours later, I decided that this was a crisis situation requiring immediate action. So I got out the power screwdriver and a million or so screws and bravely approached the touchy situation. I soon discovered that I could not hold a 900 lb cabinet, keep a screw in place and operate the screwdriver all at the same time. So I did what any reasonable person would do. I went to the backdoor and told the chatting neighbors down the street that I needed help.

To make a long story short, we felt it was better to take it off the wall and let someone else worry about getting it back up. I guess this means a future blog post "A Cabinet Crisis-Part 2."