Yesterday was a calm day. I had “The Door Man” folks take off the shattered storm door and put up the new one.
Truth be told, I don’t think the maintenance men here knew how to do it.
When I was about to move in here and wanted the first storm door put up, that maintenance man, who is long gone, couldn’t figure it out. (Where do they get these guys? Central casting?)
So that’s how I got to know “The Door Man.” This was his third time to my home.
It took them about four hours. But it looks great. They do a remarkable job, as always. And they carted the broken door off. Cost me $150.
If you live in this area and need something done with doors or windows, contact this guy.
While he was here, he got a call. From what I could tell on my end, someone had had Lowes install a house full of windows.
The guy wasn’t pleased with the job they did. Apparently he wanted Jeff to come out to his house, take them all down and put them in again.
I heard Jeff say with obvious incredulity: “You want me to take them all down and put them up again?”
Get this: It wasn’t an hour later that a sparrow flew into my new storm door. So today I’ve got the wood door closed.
How can I keep these birds from flying into my door???
This clematis bloom looks nothing like the others. A mutant clematis flower?
I went outside this morning to do a little work. Dead heading flowers. Making sure the veggies are watered. Veggies need a lot of water because they do a lot in a short amount of time. Or at least that’s my thought.
Before I knew it I was transplanting a plant from the raised garden bed into one of the galvanized tubs. I had to pull out endless sedum that grow like weeds to put the other plant in the tub.
Charlie roams around sniffing and looking for critters through the small amount of space he can see through the fence slats. Last evening he obviously smelled something.
His little tail wagged like a wigged out clock hand. I never could see what it was. But he was very excited.
I started reading “The Good Liar” last night. I’ve been trying to pace myself and read more slowly because I gobble up books too fast.
I came across this image somewhere online yesterday. I copied it to show you.
Somewhere just beyond “The Rainbow Bridge”, you think? For those of you who haven’t read it before, here it is. Grab a hanky.
I don’t think there’s ever been an occasion when I’ve read these words that I haven’t dissolved into tears. Whether I’m grieving or not.
Though it starts the tears flowing, the words are comforting.