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Dec. 21st, 2019
Today I improved the laundry room window. It's had a hole in the lower pane since I moved in. (Not a big hole, a bb-gun pellet sized hole.)
In the twenty years I've been here, I haven't repaired the window because it's a dumb-ass crank-to-open thing that tilts out at a slant. I do not know how to put panes in that style of window. Also, it doesn't crank-to-open and is stuck in the shut position. It isn't exactly WELL shut, just mostly. In truth, it leaks like hell and there is no storm window and I've had it duct-taped around the edges for the last twenty years. Because I am classy like that, is why.
Working on it involves crawling over the dryer and standing on a five-gallon bucket while reaching across the water heater to the window. That may also have had something to do with my lack o' enthusiasm for fixing this issue.
( Today was the day, though. )
In the twenty years I've been here, I haven't repaired the window because it's a dumb-ass crank-to-open thing that tilts out at a slant. I do not know how to put panes in that style of window. Also, it doesn't crank-to-open and is stuck in the shut position. It isn't exactly WELL shut, just mostly. In truth, it leaks like hell and there is no storm window and I've had it duct-taped around the edges for the last twenty years. Because I am classy like that, is why.
Working on it involves crawling over the dryer and standing on a five-gallon bucket while reaching across the water heater to the window. That may also have had something to do with my lack o' enthusiasm for fixing this issue.
( Today was the day, though. )