After weeks and weeks (or has it been years and years?) of begging to stay at the new house and Vince always saying NO . . it finally happened last night. The sheet rock guys weren’t scheduled to come til Monday but about 6:30 p.m. yesterday, Steve said “Oh, the sheet rock guys are going to be here at 7 in the morning.” I looked at Vince and said “I’m spending the night!” and he said he would too so we drove 25 miles to the rental to get his clothes for today. I’m bringing a car load over every day so I had everything I needed without having to go back out there, but he got his clothes and his coffee pot. Once the coffee pot got here, I figured we’re here for good!
Everything was great at the new house except it was 32° last night, which wouldn’t be a problem except I turned the heat to 58° before I went to bed, opened the bedroom window and went to sleep. We both woke up shivering! We always keep our heat on 58° and I pretty much always sleep with the window at least partially open. I guess it was sleeping with the blow up bed on the wood floor that made it seem so much colder.
So . . I was sleeping in long T-shirt — almost to my knees. When I got up this morning, I grabbed some knee socks because the floors were cold and . . did I mention we were both freezing? I started cooking breakfast and decided I needed a jacket before the house got warm so I’m running around with a jacket, a T-shirt and purple/pink striped knee socks. Vince looked at me and started laughing and said “Where’s the camera?” Not gonna happen!
But just yesterday Vince asked me if I was going to put any kind of covering over the glass doors. This one leads out to the front porch.
Yes, we really should remove the paper from the threshold. I will do that today! This is the back door.
Back to my story . . Vince asked me if I was going to put any coverings on those windows. I said “Why? There’s never any one back here to look in?”
. . Til this morning! I’m expecting the sheet rock guys at 7. It’s about 6:35. I’m cooking breakfast in my T-shirt, striped socks and jacket. All the blinds are open. All the lights are on inside and it’s pitch black outside. As I walked by the doors, someone knocks . . there’s the sheet rock.
Vince is saying . . I told you we needed something over those doors. I said “Vince! Look at the windows. They all have blinds and there’s not a single blind in this house that’s closed! Why buy a covering for the windows in the doors if we’re just going to leave it open all the time?”
I will look online and see what I can find . . but I’m not making any promises! That’s probably the only time as long as we live here that anyone will walk up to those doors when we’re not expecting them.