Over the weekend Jesse and Alberta broke a window. First Angelina was screaming at them to get out of the house. Then Lucy the dog who will be 17 on April 1, 2010, got nervous and peed on the rug. So they really had to get out of the house. Jesse said he didn't think it would be acceptable to play soccer against the house. Jonny, however stupidly, reassured his young and innocent 8 year old that "the window can't break". This was because in the past a window had broke on the side of the house facing the driveway. The window in question, was a fixed window about 8 feet up. The reason for its early demise was a lack of clips to hold it to the house. The storm window could only stay up if no one decided to hit it with a soccer ball. It came down in a crash. Jonny replaced those two storm windows and they came with new clips. So Jonny thought his house was safe. Not two minutes passed when he heard crash boom. It sounded like an icicle was shattering. But it wasn't an icicle. It took Jonny a long time to finish sweeping up the basement. Then he started cutting the glass out. He got a brainstorm. He took the whole window with the metal out of the side of the house. This part was very rusty. So he needed a hammer to get it out. But it did work.
Enter the characters Annabella and Lyman. Where was Lorraine during this mess? As her usual weekend activity she was hanging with her peep Annabella. The two middle-schoolers didn't even have their weekend fun interrupted by Angelina's "home maintenance emergency". Jonny was dispatched to pick up the Dad, Lyman. Lyman looked as he usually did, dressed and ready to rip cars apart. Hands as black as an African America, jeans ripped as an earthquake in Haiti. Fresh from a break at Circle K to buy lottery tickets, he agreed to a two hour break from his leisure activities. Anything to help a damsel in distress right? Jonny had the boat, the disgusting 2006 Minivan. He also had the basement glass and casing in a paper bag. Earlier he secured the opening. He put pink itch producing insulation in the hole. He then duct taped an old retired shower curtain with pockets for bath accessories to the wall. It was warmer in there than with the original window. Unfortunately on a Sunday at 5 PM the local hardware stores were closed. Lyman owed the Miller family a little help with the broken doorbell as well.
Jonny hates to drive too. So then they drove all the long way to pittsfield township (about 4 more miles from Jonny and Lyman's respective houses). They went to Home Depot. As a famous economic principle this store was choosen, why? Because it was 2000 yards closer than it's nearest competitor, Lowes. Now that Jonny lives North of the green and white store he always goes to the orange and white store instead. The replacement glass at 10" by 12" was a standard size in cardboard and sold for roughly $3. The dynamic duo proceeded to the doorbell section. Even though the troublesome original 1941 chime can sing the hava nagila, it was broken after all. Lyman was curious, was the cell phone service broken? Well no, Angelina was obviously giving the men a few extra feet this afternoon. Lyman whipped out his cell. After a brief dialog with the SAHM he continued to help Jonny shop. They settled on a $50 model that played 65 songs, none of which were Jewish. Angelina had expressed her wishes "she was sorry to see it go". As a reference to the old hardware. She gave permission to do whatever. She is calling now.
It isn't even worth saying what she called about. Among other things, "hold for the number please". Well Jonny is running or ran of blog time for one day.
Jonny is up to page 122 of ....
" what were the last four digits?"
"ok I will call you back"
" Oh lucky me" he said to himself
Hollywood CrowsHe listened to RG Ki Tisa. But his head has been aching really badly today. He slept and finally decided to do some real man programming work. Now he is deeply mired in PL/SQL and Oracle views.
Jonny likes to think his last literary round with Steve Hamilton (331 pages), Peter Straub (697 pages) is improving his writing....
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