House hunting around this area sucks. I’m not even the one hunting, I’m just watching the hunters, and it sucks. Again I ask, why are people building these humongous houses? I don’t get it.
So here’s my latest house drama. The dead-bolt mechanism on my storm door failed – in the locked position. This is on the front door – the one people go in and out of all the time. All of a sudden, there is no way to use my door. We have completely taken apart the handle, face plate portion and still the dead bolt is firmly in place – not budging. That makes the door behind it useless. This has never happened to me before. Funny how life always finds a way to throw something new my way. A lock-smith is coming to see what he can do. I’ll keep you posted. Nothing like having to use the garage as your front door.
Okay. So do you know what a gun sounds like when it goes off in your house? I do. The locksmith came and had to insert little air bags in the door to get enough space to put a crow bar in to get the dead bolt backed off. When it let loose, it sounded like a gun going off. I thought the door cracked. I am still amazed it didn’t crack. I think the lock smith was surprised too. Anyway, the gears inside were striped, so I had to order a new handle mechanism. House things really don’t ever end.
House hunting continues, only now in the snow, because Mother Nature decided to pull one of her little Colorado oops-a-daisys to all the blossoms and plants that have come up. I will say, though, snow on purple salvia is quite pretty. I don’t go out and cover plants like I used to, so what survives is great and oops to those that don’t. There’s always next year.