Spilt Milk, or, the Case of the Shower Door
It's like the time we had our gutters replaced, the old ones were pure copper, and we just let the gutter guys take the old ones away.
A long while ago, we broke the glass in one of our shower doors; being unhandy and totally unaware of how difficult finding a replacement would be, we threw out the frame, deciding to just buy an entire new door.
Now, we want a replacement, for Handyman Tom to install.
Well, our shower is an oblique tub, hence an odd width; regular shower doors for with tubs are far too wide, and regular full-length shower doors are far too tall. After spending two hours online, to the best of my l33t online-shopping skillz, I have thrown in the (bath) towel, and we'll have to go for custom.
And our old doors had this nice design element that perhaps cannot be duplicated now. Certainly not in our price range. Handyman Tom kept saying how nice the old one looked. Stop! You're killing me! I know! At least he'll do the legwork to get the custom door.
In our menage a rie, though, we have a touchstone to keep such wasted money in perspective. Once back in Durham, our toilet ran nonstop for over six weeks. We knew it was somewhat wasteful, but we didn't get it fixed until after we got a $600 water bill. Now, at least we can always say, "Well, it's not as useless and annoying as a $600 water bill for an ever-flushing toilet."
I'm sure we all have out $600 water bills. We can only live and learn. The hard way.
Status: stinky because unable to shower until late tomorrow afternoon