the one with a wind-chill of four-below

so…the New England arctic freeze is over a month late but it has arrived.

El NiƱo should swing by my house at 5:15 each morning to start up my Jeep…and so I can give him a healthy dose of kicking his ass!

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In the ghetto, part one:
The lock mechanism on our screen door is selectively broken. It will lock very fluidly, but it takes three minutes and the force of 10,000 men to unlock it.

Three minutes.

10,000 men.

All just to get out my front door in the morning!

I thought I had fixed the problem a few weeks ago. I took the mortise lock assembly apart and wiped everything down and it just started working again.

Or at least for two weeks.

I think the striker that pulls the lock back is getting worn down. Because Andersen Doors didn’t people would actually lock their doors?!

It will cost $50 to replace, and at least 7-10 days for delivery.

I hate when things don’t work!

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In the ghetto, part two:
Every morning, I drive to the parking garage at the train station, roll down my window, swipe my parking pass, and select from the hundreds of available parking spaces at 5:25 am and start my day.

Not today.

Nope. My window was froze shut, so I got to be the guy who had to pull up and open his door and reach out to try and swipe his card.

Joy.

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I’m thinking about switching from my backpack to a briefcase/shoulder bag.

I’ve thought this before, and everytime I’ve acted on it I’ve gone back, so I don’t know why this time would different, but…

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It’s Wednesday, and I’m working.

Erika was able to take the day off…if she wasn’t, it would have been the third three-day workweek I would have had in the last four weeks.

Three-day workweeks really cut into the ol’ paycheck.

One Response to “the one with a wind-chill of four-below”

  1. steve Says:

    I have an opposite problem — our screen doors won’t stay latched, so when it’s windy they bang around at the front and back of the house. Between that and the ghostly howl from the chimney at night, it’s like living in a haunted house.

    Also: I recently made the switch from backpack to shoulder bag after years of waffling and failed attempts. So far so good.

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