Several years ago, we took took a dining set, table and chairs, to a resale shop. We got a fair price for them, but while we were there, Honey found a couple of pieces she had to have.
The first was an old library table that has served us well as a desk in our office.
The second was what the dealer described as a radio cabinet. As a teenager, one of my hobbies was rebuilding old console type radios, but none of those even remotely resembled this cabinet.
It is solid wood, about four feet long, with a drawer at the bottom, open shelves in the center and two louvered doors covering additional shelves on each side. I suspect that when the piece was being refinished those doors were inadvertently reversed, because it looks to me as if those louvers on the doors are upside-down. Still, it is a handsome piece of furniture.
It sits beside my bed, and serves as a depository for a lot of miscellaneous junk that I have no better place to stash.
Actually, miscellaneous may be an understatement. Currently, the contents of the cabinet include:
- a collection of pocketknives I no longer carry.
- several Ace bandages
- A very old bottle of cough medicine
- several feet of 1/4 inch cotton rope.
- owner’s manuals for some small appliances.
- a mortar board cap from our daughter’s high school graduation
- and quite possibly, a poltergeist!
Last night the cabinet woke me up about 3:00 a.m. by emitting a very loud clunk, and it is not the first time this has happened.
The first time was in the middle of the night about three years ago. That time I was up for an hour, pulling everything out of the cabinet looking for a clue as to what caused the cabinet to go boom. After determining that nothing was wrong, I spent the next hour trying to get back to sleep. The following morning, I went over the cabinet again but could not find anything out of the ordinary.
When it happened again last night, I just muttered something like “It’s that damn cabinet again.” and went right back to sleep.
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