I was hoping to slide out of April without any further ado...or crisis...or chaos...or whatever crap I usually suffer in my annual 30 days of torment, especially after my minor triumph at the start of the month with the car. A triumph barely remembered now in the wake of the Great American Printer Toss; the bathroom DIY--curtains, wall gouging and paint; the dental issues with the werewolf fang; and let's not forget the unprecedented April heat wave.
Hopes dashed, of course.
Saturday morning, I'm opening one of the eleven 6' x 4-1/2' blinds in the great room and the wand breaks off from the header mechanism. Well shit. I had a nice, quiet weekend planned: reading, walking the dogs, working on the postcard-making project. I would truly like one frigging damn day without having to deal with this bloody house.
Initially I just try to see if I can reattach the wand. (Are you laughing?) The piece that broke is metal, there's no way to fix it. I can see where the piece fits into the header, a part that might come out to possibly be replaced. (Laughing harder?) I get the vise grips, twist the broken metal to open the blinds, and after walking the dogs later in the morning, I go to Lowe's as they have a better blind/shade department than Home Depot.
I try to keep a
They don't have a replacement part for the broken wand because this style of Levolor blind isn't made anymore. Of course it's not. The only recourse I have is to buy a new one. I'm very concerned that I won't be able to match the new blind to the other ten, and I swear, I'll nuke this
I bring the color chart home, match as best I can, do the measuring, and go back on Sunday to order the custom blind. What? You thought I could just buy one off the shelf? (Maniacal laughter; dogs look worried.)
It's going to cost me over $100--a far cry from the
In the meantime, on this last day of a bitter and cruel month, I'm staying under the radar, hoping the Great Eye of Sauron--or whatever demon rules April--has turned away from me and is focused elsewhere. Tomorrow is May...if I had a Maypole, I would dance around it with joy, tangling the ribbons, flinging Spring flowers, laughing with joy that April is over for another year.