At the end of September, we had two doors and a window replaced. The doors are a thing of joy and easily-shut-and-locked beauty. The window has pretty much been a pain in the ass. First it was the wrong color. Then there was phone tag with the installation company, until finally we got a nice lady who did some checking and discovered that although the number was technically right, the manufacturer makes both residential and business windows, so we probably just had the right window from the wrong line, and they would order a new one and make sure it was right before putting it in this time. Then the roman shade my mother bought took two weeks longer to arrive than it should have, and was a size smaller than the invoice said it was. Then the scheduled re-replacement of the window got canceled on account of rain that stopped two hours later. Now if the gods will but smile upon us, they will finally be putting the right one in this morning.

But they can’t actually tell us when. Or even narrow it down more than “morning.”

I gotta tell ya, at this point? I’m kind of okay with the ugly, wrong-colored window. At least that one’s already in.