“It’s so hot and humid today,” I thought to myself after I mowed and ran errands. “I better take it easy.”
I didn’t iron – too hot. I didn’t cook – far too hot by lunch! I couldn’t focus on my self-assigned book. I turned on the fan and sat, surfing the ‘net and trying to stay cool.
“Oh, I know!” I thought suddenly.
And that’s how I came up with the bright idea of removing the shower doors by myself.* I’d like to report that it wasn’t as hard as I expected, but that would be a lie. Jerkface MacGuyver, the builder of La Casa de Tontería, employed excellent installers; too bad the doors were cheap garbage. Although the rust-encrusted caulk crumbled under a double-dose of elbow grease, the wall anchors will NOT budge.
However, I was pleasantly surprised that my klutziness didn’t interfere. Even gravity was my friend! Once the doors fell off the wall into the tub, taking the entire top metal strip with them, it was MUCH easier to tear them individually from the lower strip.
I admit I grazed my right index and ring fingers on metal, but there’s no bleeding. So I put away the first aid kit unused.
I was quite pleased. Until I realized I desperately need a shower but there’s no curtain. Oops.
*My friend Daniel offered to help in exchange for homemade chocolate mocha cookies, but his work schedule is definitely hospitalish. Readers employed in the medical field will understand!