It feels like we’ve been talking about windows forever. We’ve had blinds people out, window film people out, and glass people out. They’ve measured, and priced, and offered recommendations. We’ve pondered, and pictured, and made decisions.
And yesterday after emails, and consultations, and ordering, and scheduling, it was all going to magically come together. They installed the upstairs windows without a pause. Then one of the garage windows was too wide, and the window at the base of the stairs wasn’t on the order. That’s OK; they’re not getting solar film, so we can wait.
Then they started on the great room. Windows one, two, three, and four went in without a hitch. Then came window five. After 20 years, our house has settled. Those top level, fancy windows, are slightly misshapen.
When I left off babysitting the dogs to grab a glass of water and check progress, I noticed they were having a bit of trouble removing the old window. Nothing like someone hovering to make you nervous, so I let them be.
Unfortunately, all is not well.
As you may have guessed, they don’t just have this glass laying around. It’s two weeks to order, and then a matter of scheduling the installation. Don’t they know we have graduation and an open house in June? We want everything to look pristine.
Let’s be real. If my front yard still looks like this, people won’t be expecting much.
Today is day two of window install, so say a little prayer with me that the two even larger custom windows go in smoothly and that the French door panels have arrived. Otherwise, we can just make up a good story about crazy hunters, with really bad aim, wandering onto our property.
Window films are pushed back to mid-June. We don’t need to reduce the heat or glare before summer, right? This will give my in-laws a little entertainment—kind of like a built-in floor show with scaffolding instead of trapeze.
Now I need to fertilize the tomatoes, check the garden, buy some groceries, and plant a zucchini before I’m banished with the dogs to the garage and hangout room. The dogs aren’t allowed to roam with $1,000 pieces of glass sitting out, and I don’t expect quality work from the installers if they have to listen sad and lonely dogs howl and bark for hours. It’s time to get moving.
Have you had home projects go awry?