Wednesday, June 01, 2011
One familiar thing about moving into our new house was a plastic window treatment identical to the one we had at our old apartment. While the long dangling strips were fascinating to visiting nephews, they were noisy, dusty, and just ugly. We were not enthused to see them greet us in our new house; they came down day one, and are still in the basement waiting to be donated to the Habitat for Humanity Restore.
Once we took them down, it became more obvious that our lovely Pella slider was bare, unpainted wood, the screen was ripped up, and there were some chunks of wall missing from years of curtain-rod-hanging. Jon fixed all of those problems while I was in O'Neill! (He didn't take pictures.) I finished painting the screen door when I got home, and he somehow put a new screen in, which I wasn't aware was possible. That man is better than Google.