26 December 2006
Glass pane. Metal frame. Open. Close.
Twenty-some-odd years of Open. Close.
Sometimes easy. Sometimes not. Open. Close.
Recently been very hard to Open. Close.
Time to find another way to Open. Close.
Hammer. Crowbar. Muscle. Saw. Open. Close.
Two men, some screws and a level. Open. Close.
Now French Doors instead. Open. Close.
Just about the best Christmas present ever! Kyle’s mum and dad, our landlady and lord, as well as beloved parents, arranged for the old sliding glass door, that has become such a problem in recent months, to be permanently retired and a lovely french door put in its place. We’ve talked and dreamed about making this happen for most of ten years, and now, it’s finally a reality!!! Woo hoo!! I’ve put little sheer curtains on the doors, and I’ve got a plan in my head for heavier, moveable drapes to hang from ceiling height, to block the light.
The dogs are a little confused, but they’ll adapt quickly. The humans are ecstatic! Thanks Mother! Thanks Dad!
~MB
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