We finally did something home owner-ish. Everyone told us we'd be spending all our time at home once we bought our house, fixing this and that, putting in landscaping, etc. blah blah. And of course we didn't, because we're terribly lazy and terribly fond of simply loafing around on the weekends. They also told us we'd have to curtail our traveling, to which I say baloney. But after three months we actually got the lead out and decided to replace the ratty old screen door.
It wasn't an easy decision, involving as it did a trip to the dread Home Depot (aisles always packed, no carts available, irritated clerks, but by golly everything a person needs to do some home repairing) in Daly City. I hate going there because of the crowds, and I do my best to find what I need at the local hardware stores, but for certain items only a Home Depot will do. So off we went bright and early to pick out a new door.
We opted for a storm door, mainly because John wanted adequate protection in case a freak tornado hit the Bay Area. No, I'm lying. He wanted a storm door instead of a screen door because the wind is nasty around here and every bit of protection helps. We'll be able to slide the top portion open to catch a nice breeze in the summer, and it should keep the drafts down in the winter.
So we picked one out, and got it home, and promptly discovered a billion holes drilled into the door jamb from previous screen door installations. While consulting the instructions on Z-hinges the wind blew the screenless, glassless door over on the front porch where we'd propped it. It has that lived-in look now. John painted the wood around the door white so it'll match the new storm door, and we got everything drilled and connected in preparation for the actual hanging of the door tomorrow. When it's finally up our house is going to look a lot classier.
I'm inspired to tackle the bathroom towel rack, a Gothic monstrosity with twisted metal ends which was installed at an angle by the previous tenants, or possibly by incontinent chimps. It's completely wrong stylistically for the house, and the crooked line of it drives me crazy. I will put in the new wooden towel rack this weekend, and feel virtuous as well as relieved by the straight lines. Then the only real horror left will be the light fixture in the living room.
I sent out housewarming party invitations by email yesterday. This morning, I discovered the most condescending response I've ever gotten to a misaddressed email. Trust me, don't ever send email to Rich at Mindspring.com, because you'll get a three paragraph reply instructing you on how to use email shortcuts as well as a great deal of self-justification. My favorite part was when he said he always sends these helpful emails when he gets some other Rich's email, and strangely enough people feel compelled to "smart off" to him about it.
Now where did I put that Clue Stick?
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