I was all set to write about my hour and a half visit to the acupuncturist (I have another appointment next week), but then something very strange just happened within the last hour.
I was sitting here on the couch with Charlie and heard a loud tinkling sound near the door. I picked up Charlie and opened the wood door.
My storm door that I purchased when I moved in four years ago had exploded into a jillion tiny little pieces of glass.
I didn’t know what to do. I looked out the window and saw the maintenance man’s shed door was halfway open. So I gently walked through the broken door holding Charlie and called out to him.
He immediately came and started cleaning up the glass. I was afraid to put Charlie boy down.
Living alone, I felt safer having that storm door locked and the wood door between me and whoever might knock on my door. Which means I have to go buy a new one.
This was a very pretty Larson door, and it wasn’t what I consider cheap. I think it was around $300. I clean that glass a lot and there was not a scratch or crack on it anywhere. It was pristine.
I called Lowes and there is no warranty for the glass. I wanted them to order a new one just like it, but they said they don’t keep records four years old. I purchased it from the Lowes here in town.
You’d think they’d have some kind of records of purchases, but apparently not.
Some of you may remember I had “The Door Man” company come out three years ago and build an enclosure (not sure what to call it) around the door because air came through and around and under the door.
You don’t want air escaping all around your door and letting bugs in.
Not only that, but the concrete underneath the door was in little pieces and there was no way to fix it besides taking it all out and laying new concrete.
Of course no one was going to repair that around here, so I paid to have it done myself.
It took “The Door Man” guy (yes, that’s the name of his company) eight hours to complete the job.
Of course this is Friday and I don’t know when I could get a new door put on once this one has been taken down.
The maintenance man is gone now, but he will have to take the door frame down and and remove the remainder of the glass before I get a new one.
Every time you touch it more glass comes raining down, even though most of the glass went flying when it exploded.
My daughter and Andrew are coming over tomorrow, so I’ll have to make sure all the pieces of glass inside and outside are cleaned up. If my wood door had not been shut, no telling how far those pieces of glass would have flown indoors.
So I’ll be telling you all about my appointment yesterday, but I’ve got to tend to this mini disaster right now.