After months of waiting for John to fix the sliding glass door on the second floor we are almost there. Because the insulation had deteriorated in the old door, air blew through the window half of the winter until John fixed that issue during a warm spell in January, but in the process he broke one of the double panes in the door with a turn of the screw.
Yesterday, John and his son lifted the broken door out of its frame and John installed a sliding piece of press board with insulation wrapped around the edges. The door will be like this for two weeks because John says the glass company has to ship the removed panel out to have the “tempered” glass replaced.
Meanwhile, John vacuumed the new porch roof as it had become covered with a million shards of safety glass. I asked him to fix the roll-down shade on the porch, which had blown loose from its moorings, and look at the tree Troy was trimming to ensure the branches he let fall across the wires wouldn’t electrocute him when he tries to finish the job today.
John assured me that the wires with the tree branches lying across them were telephone wires as “your electricity comes in underground.”
Good grief will it never end? John says not.
“I’m on my way home to replace the garbage disposal,” he said. “I give an appliance seven years.”
David replaced our garbage disposal a seven years ago. Shortly before he had his right hip-joint replaced, that’s how I remember.
The tree Troy is partly removing (I leave the main trunk for the woodpeckers to gnaw) was a Hornbeam that died last summer. Having had the winter to dry out, the tree has produced the most lovely firewood you ever saw, dry and hard as a rock. I called my daughter and SIL each to let them know we had firewood and kindling galore stacked outside. The county will haul it off next week if they can’t come get it. When it burns it will make a bright light and a warm fire.
This week, I completed Listen Liberal by Thomas Frank, the fellow who wrote What’s the Matter with Kansas. I so enjoyed the book I read it straight through. If you are wondering why so many people are listening to the xenophobic, misogynist pig Trump, this book is a good place to begin to understand what’s happening.
Concurrently, Thursday Nights, the PBS News Hour features interviews with economists from different ends of the spectrum, who talk about the issues facing most Americans as the rich get richer, the middle class disappears, and the poor struggle. Worth listening to, I think.
Nevertheless, yesterday, right after I read and listened to interviews on the BBC with Belgian women who happened to be Muslim and who disavowed the terrorists, darned if PBS didn’t turn around and do a segment on how racism caused the Paris bombings. Wrong…..the bombings were carried out by criminals who claimed they were Muslim. There’s a difference.
I will be around later to visit friends. Meanwhile, below is a photo of my Dad with four of his sisters on his seventieth birthday. Aunt Rita died yesterday, so this is a shout out to my cousins, some of whom are her children and read my blog.