Outpost 505

Something kind of magical happened yesterday, and I just have to tell you about it.  On our way to our parking spot last night, we drove by the Place Where All Large Household Things Go To Die in our apartment building.  It’s usually populated with beat-up couches, office chairs, and other abandoned furniture.  All of that stuff was there, of course, but! to our great surprise and delight, so were two screen doors.

Instead of windows, our apartment has sliding patio doors in both the living room and the bedroom.  The bedroom has a screen door, which is lovely because we can have fresh air at night, but the living room door – the one that goes out onto our balcony -  does not.  Since our cats are prone to escaping and other such hijinks, this is a significant problem.  Either we can have our door open with the cats carefully supervised, or we can have the door closed and rely on the fresh air from the bedroom.  You can see how this might be a pain in the ass, and how the appearance of the screen doors was a bit of a miracle.

It took much finagling – including trying to get the door in two separate elevators, up five flights of stairs, and through our building’s lobby – but we did it!  And now we have a screen door, and it’s fabulous.