Relative Something

The fractured window beside our fireplace was finally replaced yesterday! It was a long wait, because the glass was a special order, and because the builder’s other projects got pushed back by the harsh winter weather.

At least we had good weather for our task. It was a warm and sunny day here yesterday, with hardly a breeze. With the sun beating down on that side of the house, it was almost too warm inside, so having the window out actually felt refreshingly good.

The old broken window came out without a fight and the new one went in with equal ease. It took as long to assemble and take down the scaffolding they worked from as it did to make the glass swap.

For weeks I have been anxiously awaiting their arrival so I could ask them to look at one of the deck doors that was hanging up on the bottom of the frame. Then, just days before they arrived, I happened to notice something in the shop that held the key to solving the problem. Time and again since we moved here, I have walked past this bag that hung on a nail by the door. For some unknown reason, (trust that intuition?) last Friday I spotted words on the bright pink paper in the bag.

INSTALLER: LEAVE THIS FOR HOMEOWNER

Closer inspection revealed the words: ANDERSEN FRENCH DOOR INSTALLATION/ADJUSTMENT.

In the bag were tools and instructions for adjusting the hinges to re-center the door. I have been suffering with that dang door catching on the bottom for a long time, and wishing it would just fix itself miraculously because I didn’t have a clue how to remedy the problem. Meanwhile, I would walk by that bag hanging at eye-level every time I stepped into the shop.

Using the supplied hex wrench, I tweaked the vertical and horizontal positioning on the hinges of the doors on both sides of the fireplace. Then I hung that bag right back on the nail in the shop. I’m afraid if I move it to a different storage location, I’ll never find it again.

It just so happened that the door I fixed is the one the guys needed to go through countless times yesterday. That made me smile.

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