A New Door

We got the new door on last night.



The whole project took about 8 hours. A good chunk of that was going to Lowe's, then to Home Depot and then back to Lowe's. Which was just stupid, I think. But I could never have done this without Ryan --I just have no amplitude to construction. I was lucky I didn't accidentally set myself on fire with the drill.

It took us forever to align and plumb the door. Ryan tried his best, in the end, it's probably the door that's faulty to begin with. It just doesn't open right, sticking a bit on the lower half even before we put it in.

But it looks nice. We didn't have enough time to put the storm door back on, and we might leave it off. Tine wants to replace both of them and a new front door, but that's all special-order items. I put the old door out in the trash, but I have a feeling it's going to be sitting right there when I get home tonight.

I'm still burned out by the whole thing. It wouldn't be so bad, but we didn't finish until about 8:30 last night, and it's freaking January.

Somebody tell me why these things never happen in June? Whenever anything goes wrong that requires long periods of being outside, it's always freaking winter. What is up with that?

And, as a side note, A Dream:

I had this dream last night that doesn't exactly rate a full Dream Sequence entry. I don't specifically recall the whole thing, but it's funky for a couple of reasons.

First, I was driving around the Highlands in Lynn. I was on a road that curves out on a flattened area. I'm vaguely aware of it in real life, and the funky thing is I haven't been there or thought of it since I was probably 19 or 20, until now. I can't even recall the actual street name either.

Anyway, I was suddenly out of my car and I ran into Coleen. She came up to me and I had nowhere to hide. She looked different too. Not in that way things are different, but in the dream she had a more square jaw, scars on her face. She hugged me like we were old friends (we aren't). While we were talking --and I can't recall what it was-- I kept thinking I should leave, but she wanted to show me something and she reached down and pulled off her leg, which was fake. Her real leg ended at the knee and became a tapered bit of flesh after that.

She said something about being an accident awhile ago and she was lucky to be alive. I knew I had to get away, and I tried to leave but she stopped me again. I don't know why, because this is where the alarm went off and I woke up.

As I said, the whole thing is funky for a couple of reasons. First, I haven't thought of the Highland in the longest time. I have no reason to go down to the cesspool it's become, but Ryan and I did talk, very briefly about it yesterday during one of our conversations. I figure that must have been the key. Coleen did live there (and I suppose she still could), and that may have been a natural link in my head.

But the accident she suffered is funky because I always sort of wished something really terrible would happen to her. In the dream I think I felt guilt for that. My dreams are pretty real to me. And this one's stayed with me most of the day today and I have this funky feeling in the back of my brain that something isn't right.

I could be disappointed it was only a dream.

Would it be appropriate to ask for some context regarding Colleen? Who is she? And why do you wish her harm?

Feel free to ignore this request if the details aren't appropriate for mass distribution.

By  sinister, at Wed Jan 11, 05:17:00 PM 2006  

Old girlfriend that done me wrong. Really the only one that ever game me significant grief.

By the way, that's not a typo, she spelt it with one L.

By  Evil Wayne, at Wed Jan 11, 07:21:00 PM 2006  

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