I couldn't find the Anne Tyler novel in my library system, so I found the movie, now old enough to be on YouTube
An upgrade from yesterday's oldie, Quartet by Somerset Maugham
Amazing cast of current and future stars in this one. A bit slow, trite, but fun to watch.
In the middle of today's matinee, Gary came over to let me know the delayed plan for three of us to replace the battered old doors on our outdoor storage area is on. He and contractor Michael are doing it together. I see my job as staying out of the way, basically, until someone bills me. They're picking them up today.
It totally needs doing. It's in a sun, rain and snow blasted location, and weathers out rapidly no matter how many coats of paint it gets.
The only doors that fit this opening are really interior doors, not made for weather. So they delaminate fast.
No, I don't know why the builders didn't make them full-size and install exterior doors. I'm guessing someone got a deal on interior doors and the tail wagged the dog. We just replace them frequently. My builder brother, Mr OCD, would have roared in disgust at this situation.
Ed. Update: Gary's been all over creation trying to get replacement doors, nothing in the smaller width we need. We'll see what's to do next.
Tuesday I will be at the condo waiting for the reinspection of the water heater, and hoping the inspector gets there earlyish. Handsome Son is working, so he can't be there. I'll be armed with reading, knitting, tablet etc. I may not make it to yet another knitting group, sigh, unless he gets there before lunch.
This too shall pass. All this too shall pass. I suppose.
They say that one element leading to a long life is social engagement. I imagine that includes running next door on request to check the design of the bathroom door, which I just did, Gary having forgotten it, and he's at the door store.
There are other elements to long life, such as exercise, good food etc. I don't think longevity has much to recommend it unless it comes with good health, though.
I fired a doctor decades ago because he shouted me down when I said I exercised to stay well, not just to live longer. EVERYONE wants to live longer, he bellowed. And other such silly stuff. I'm glad my activity seems to be paying off, but I'm lucky, too. It's easy to take credit when your own efforts are really only part of the story.
Happy day, everyone! Live long and prosper, doing the Spock hand sign.
