Domestic Thrills

Somebody broke our windows!  Not one, but two of them!

Okay, okay.  It happened before we moved in.  We bought the house knowing that there were two kitchen windows that needed fixin'. 

Of course, our living room was also bright yellow.  And our water heater was shot.  And our furnace wasn't really working.  And the kitchen cupboards had six layers of disgusting contact paper on them.  And the carpets were gross.  And the back fence to the pasture started to fall apart.  And... oh, yeah, we needed to eat.

Long story short, the windows weren't super high on our list of priorities.  We figured we'd wait until the money situation was a bit better.

They were, however, a very constant and visible reminder that WE NEED TO FIX OUR HOUSE!!!  And here's something interesting that I didn't know about broken windows- they sweat.  Yeah.  When I cook, which I tend to do fairly often, the kitchen heats up.  That contrasts with the cold outside the windows, and because one pane of glass is broken, the conrast on one pane of glass is huge.  Condensation forms.  Then it drips.  The drips fall down into the space between the panes, forming a pool in the window.  During the winter, this happens often enough that the water doesn't have time to evaporate.  I didn't even realize what was happening until one evening when I burned something and we had to open the windows out of self-defense.  The water sloshed around and splashed out of the broken window, down the windowsill, and onto the floor.  And it was somewhat rusty water.  Filled with dead bugs.  Gross.

I don't know if ya'll have noticed, but the weather's turning cold again.  Those broken windows have been staring at me for over a year.  I finally decided to do something about it, and last week, we got the windows re-glassed.  Yay!  My kitchen is finally starting to get pretty!  It gives me a little thrill every time I look out one of those windows.

It also highlights the contrast between a clean pane of glass and... well, the rest of the windows in my house.  It also weirds out my husband, because he thinks the new windows are open windows, and he tries to close them.  I've done the same thing myself a couple of times.  Ah, the thrills. 

I'm off to do a little dance!