Working through the pane

Like Murf, who, by the way, is posting so much now that I can hardly keep up reading it, much less try to match it (and she wasn't sure she had anything to say if she started a blog, as I remember it), I have been dabbling in windows. Unlike Murf, my story is not peppered with morons and shysters. At least not yet. That I know of.

My windows here suck. They are thin and leaky and forty something years old. And I can't lock half of them because the locks are broke. Broke off, that is. I shut the garage, lock the doors and count on the neighborhood's old bats, I mean the neighborhood watch to keep my windows safe.

Not no more. I got me some brand, spanking new, double pane, double hung, hurricane proof (well, up to 140 mph anyway) windows. You can smack the glass with a crowbar. You'll piss it off. You'll spiderweb it. You'll cost me some serious money to replace it. But you won't break it or get in through it. So let the boy cat get a running start on it like he did the old ones. Now it's his head that'll flex, not the window.

So, after I decided to get nice windows, called the man over and we spent nearly 5 hours talking/pondering/'splaining, and made the decision to do the whole house at once, we got to talking price. I will say this: I thought he was joking. It was the price of the Pontiac Solstice that I want.
I looked him in the eye and told him, "I believe in the quality, I believe in the strong guarantee, and I believe all of the assets to "investing" in these windows. But you gotta make this number (pointing to price) smaller. I simply cannot pay that, whether I want to or not." Fast forward through haggling and more 'splaining, and we got to a (more) fair and (slightly more) reasonable price and payment plan. The original asking price was in excess of $14,000 for 10 windows, by the way.

In another note, I overheard a young lady where I work explaining to a customer something about their software was bleeding. Surely I must have missed something important in the conversation.

Taxes done. Homework assignments done. (Note to self: Apparently in college, waiting until the night before assignment is due is not going to work long term.) Cat washed. Chicken marinated, grilled and passed throughout the neighborhood to deserving neighbors. They know who they are. They're the ones who remember to return the plate. Rule #1: Keep our plate and get yourself removed from the food distribution list. Some of your blogs read. My blog, such as it is, written. Time to dress for work.

And we laughed to ourselves at the men and the ladies
who never concieved us as billion dollar babies, out
Ramblin' Ed