Clear As Day

I have been wanting a storm/screen door on the front door since we moved in and a screen door for the garage door.  For air in the summer and light in the winter. Plus they have deadbolts and offer an extra layer of security.

In Sycamore we had a storm door where you had to switch out the frame seasonally.  A full-sized screen for summer and a full-sized window for winter. It was a beautiful door but a pain in the butt to switch out and then store the unused frame.

In Camarillo, I wanted a storm door for the same reasons but we couldn't find storm doors in California.  We eventually found a 'screen' door that was heavier duty than a regular screen door. It was in fact a security door.  However, after installation, we realized that the 'screen' part was actually not a screen it was more of a metal grill, like a metal sheet with perforations. The door part was pretty, a treble clef pattern that swirled across in front of the screen. The door, unfortunately, let in neither light nor air because of that weird screen. I only bring this door up because Sean wanted to get one of those for the DeKalb house, but I had to kill that idea right off. No light and no air.

So after we looked and shopped around and made pro and con lists, (not really) we purchased two storm doors. One for the front and one for the garage. They are half and half. two glass panels. The upper one pulls down and as you pull it down and it drags down a roller screen. They are actually pretty cool. 

Sean spent the past two days installing the doors and they look amazing. So happy with them.

However, yesterday while I was out on the sidewalk admiring the new doors I realized something. I'm going to have to keep my front room much tidier. With that large open glass window right in the middle there, you can see all the way through to the back of the house. All the mess of books scattered everywhere and the dog hair accumulation on the floor and under the furniture and someone's clean laundry on the stairs waiting for some enterprising young person to actually carry it upstairs. 

So the moral of today's story is, be careful what you wish for you might get it.