She decided upon a steel clad door with a nice rectangular window for the same price as the money she had been holding onto. But, as is normal for Nana Pam and cash money, it was just last week that she had spent the remaining cash that she had been holding onto for the past year.
According to Nana Pam, the money just sort of “went away” into thin air.
But, that’s OK, she explained - the money would have gone into our general household fund anyway to be spent as needed for the maintenance of the property and to provide for the cooperative welfare of the occupants, namely us, so it really makes no difference if the surplus is now gone and that the cost of the new door must now come out of our general household budget.
With logic like this, Nana Pam should apply for work with the Obama administration helping to manage the national debt.
I really don’t know why we needed another door, anyway. The old one seemed just fine to me. It looked a bit rustic, but I thought that was the “look” we were going for when we first decided to move out here with the other rustics. Sure, it did have those small little cracks in it, but that facilitated the movement of fresh air into the house. And it did still have that cool door knocker with the previous owner’s name engraved on it. And it did have that wonderful storm door that gave me constant practice in finding new ways to keep it from flying off the house during those “rare” windstorms here in Oklahoma.
But, I digress.
We bought the new door and hauled it to the farmage. We considered having a professional install it, but due to inflation, unmandated federal fees, state and city taxes and all sorts of other hidden costs, we found out that we were going to have pay more to have the silly thing installed than it cost to buy it.
So, like every good do-it-yourselfers, Nana Pam and I installed the door ourselves, saving a coupled of hundred dollars that would normally have come out of the general household fund to be spent as needed for the maintenance of the property and to provide for the cooperative welfare of the occupants, namely us.
As usual, we spent more time in the demolition work ripping the old door out and preparing the opening than we did in actually installing the door.
Piece of cake. A bit of shimming and insulating and caulking and the new door was ready for hardware in a couple of hours. The hardware, by the way, has been in storage in Danger Lane Workshop for two full years now, having been purchased by Nana Pam in anticipation when she would get her new door. Other items waiting proper disposition in Danger Lane Workshop are a kitchen sink, a bathroom sink, entry way lighting, parts for a radio controlled airplane, parts for a Number 3 Ingersoll milling machine, and a few parts from an obsolete Air Force missile system (legally appropriated, of course). Yessiree, Nana Pam and I are pretty much ready for any contingency up to and including converting the house into a hangar for an unmanned aerial weapons delivery system to defend against pesky home-invaders in the off-chance they first get past Bailey da Hound Dawg.
Of course, that particular renovation project will have to come AFTER we get the kitchen finished.
