Ah, a lovely spring day in Central Arizona. The rain — a light rain but a soggy one — is letting up , distant thunder rolling down into the Valley from the northerly hills. Gray, hot, and sticky.
Just darted back in the house, after aborting a vaguely planned grocery-store junket. At four in the afternoon, the city streets are less than pure fun on any day. On a gloomy and wet day, you can be sure they’re a menace to all things living.
Today’s plan was also to drop by the car body shop to the west of the ‘Hood and see if they could touch up a li’l scratched paint on the Dog Chariot. That was a FAIL!, though, thanks to ihe incoming shamal. Driving around in the rain with my fellow Arizona lunatics is not a good way to spend an afternoon. 😀
M’hijito: busy riding herd on his mother. He’s highly annoyed because I diddled away a couple hundred bucks on replacing most of the double-cylinder deadbolts in the house. Feels I was mightily ripped off.
Hm. Could be….that’s for sure!
None of the things was utterly worn out, after all.
Still…it’s habitual with me. Typically when I live in a house upwards of seven years or so, I’ll replace the doorknobs and locks. And we got seven new door accouterments, which presumably will last another seven or more years.
In this part of town, you do want doorknobs and locks that will stand up to some pressure…