That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. You can’t be too careful at my age and social stratum, even with all that white privilege.
Actually it turns out BB and SIL picked a perfect time to visit, as April is an unpredictable month and things got quite sit-inside-and-wait-for-it-to-pass right after they left. Yesterday was the worst; never got out of the mid-forties with lots of wind and rain and even some hail. Nothing to do but sit inside and read books, leaving nothing to blog about. I gave up the political filler years ago, cutting my reader numbers in half* but leaving me calmer and happier.
Anyway, today it’s sunny and mid-fifties, and tomorrow’s supposed to be gorgeous. I’m officially starting the New Lair Floor project this afternoon, bringing the saw and materials out of Landlady’s barn and moving furniture out to the porch. I’ll hit the pain-in-the-knee part first thing in the morning.
The wind reminded me of why inside-rated doors shouldn’t be used outdoors…
That’s the door to the chickenhouse, and it doesn’t take too discerning an eye to see that it’s not quite right. We used it because it was what we had at the time, but now it’s not in the greatest of shape.
Even with the heavy-duty latch the wind can buckle the door enough to push it open. Which was weird and unexpected. The snap link seems to have fixed it at least temporarily, forcing the bolt to stay in place. I’m thinking of repositioning it on the door, since the hole in the threshold has gotten a little battered.
*By 2/3 when I don’t bother posting…