It must be me.

August 15, 2011 | My Jottings

I’m beginning to think there’s something about me that attracts strange episodes having to do with our house.

You may or may not remember how difficult it was for me to get three ornithological prints matted and framed. It was such an unbelievable and drawn-out ordeal, and you can see amusing photos and read about it…

1. First here

2. Next here  (I promise you’ll laugh)

3. And finally here

There was also the floor episode which I never wrote about. We had lots of new flooring installed in our newly renovated kitchen and laundry area before we moved into this house; flooring that was highly touted as the flooring of the future for various reasons I won’t list today. Within one week of all the new flooring going in, it “failed.” It began to pop up in corners of the flexible planks. It had adhesive on the back so I would press the little curling corners back down and they would seem to be fine, until we returned the next day (and the next) to find a few more little “failures” here and there. The representative of the company was called by the retailer we bought the flooring from, and he came out to inspect it. He agreed that it was doing what it wasn’t supposed to do. All that brand new flooring was torn up, and we had to choose new. Of course the kind I liked was more expensive than the flooring that had just been torn up. But I’m happy with this kitchen flooring, anyway.

There have been other things, odd occurrences, that make me wonder what’s up. The one I’ll tell you about today is about a window. When we moved into this house, a window in my office had a crack in it and we knew we would someday replace it. We took a long time getting around to it, but since our house is up for sale we’ve fixed every last thing that needed attention so it would be in excellent condition.

Here’s how it went with the window.

First I called a reputable glass company and they happily came out and measured the pane that needed replacing. They said they would be out in 10 days to put it in.

Secondly, it was more than ten days, but that part was okay. I know people are busy.

Thirdly, when they finally did come out to put in the new pane, the workmen found that the man who measured and ordered the glass was quite a bit off. The new glass they brought was too big for the spot. So they measured the space, then off they went with the wrong glass, and apparently the right size was ordered.

Fourth, the company never called back (in three weeks) to tell me if the new pane had come in and when they would replace it, so I called them. Yes, it was in, and they would be coming the end of next week, was that okay? Perfect, I said.

Fifth, the end of next week came and we made sure we were home on the day the workmen were coming to install the correctly-sized glass, but no one ever showed up. So I called the measurer/owner man and asked if they had forgotten about us. They had. (A phone call would have been nice.) He apologized and I said that was fine. He promised he would pull people off of other jobs and have the new glass installed Monday morning first thing.

Sixth, they just left, and here’s what they installed….look carefully and click on the photo to enlarge if you like. The one they put it is the one on the left.

They got the new window installed and then came to tell Michael and me that…uh…ahem…it was wrong again. The man who initially came out to measure also counted the number of panes incorrectly. All our office windows are 12-paned. He ordered our replacement to be 15-paned.

So for a while we’ll have a mismatched window, until they order the new one and come back to put it in.

Some might say “the universe” is trying to tell me something. But I really think it’s God speaking, and I think He’s trying to work out Galatians 5:22-23 in me:

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.

I know I’m probably the only one, right?