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Opening a New Door - Literally
Mar. 16th, 2004 12:00 amOkay, so I've got two Web sites I've got to baby sit, and two other clients I need to handle, and in the middle of all this, my mother tells me I have to be at her place first thing Monday morning because she's having a door installed.
Actually, it wasn't that much of a surprise, because we've been dealing with this door for several months now. The door that's always been on the house is old, and cracked, and has been repaired umpteen times, and we all agreed she needs a new one. But solid wood doors are apparently prohibitively expensive, and so we went with a newfangled poly something-or-other. But she didn't want it installed in cold weather, so much to the irritation of the door company, we put it off until today.
I drove over there at 8 a.m., bleary-eyed and irritable because I got up extra early to get some work done beforehand, and found that the door guy had already started the job, with my mother anxiously watching. It all seemed to go well -- except, of course, the color of the inside door is too light, which is making my mom crazy, but it looks fine to me -- and I hung out there for four hours while the guy put in the door, put in the locks, the handles, the peep-hole, and the knocker. I checked to make sure everything seemed okay, dealt with some Medicare mixup or other, had lunch, and drove back. relieved.
Why is this important to anyone but me? It isn't, really. But it's amazing how many small- and medium-sized events make up a life, things like taxes, and birthdays, and holidays, and getting doors installed. Among other things.
Oh, yeah, and I've got a fanfic recommendation ( here )
Actually, it wasn't that much of a surprise, because we've been dealing with this door for several months now. The door that's always been on the house is old, and cracked, and has been repaired umpteen times, and we all agreed she needs a new one. But solid wood doors are apparently prohibitively expensive, and so we went with a newfangled poly something-or-other. But she didn't want it installed in cold weather, so much to the irritation of the door company, we put it off until today.
I drove over there at 8 a.m., bleary-eyed and irritable because I got up extra early to get some work done beforehand, and found that the door guy had already started the job, with my mother anxiously watching. It all seemed to go well -- except, of course, the color of the inside door is too light, which is making my mom crazy, but it looks fine to me -- and I hung out there for four hours while the guy put in the door, put in the locks, the handles, the peep-hole, and the knocker. I checked to make sure everything seemed okay, dealt with some Medicare mixup or other, had lunch, and drove back. relieved.
Why is this important to anyone but me? It isn't, really. But it's amazing how many small- and medium-sized events make up a life, things like taxes, and birthdays, and holidays, and getting doors installed. Among other things.
Oh, yeah, and I've got a fanfic recommendation ( here )
