I’m still fixing things around the house.
While repairing some scratched wallpaper alongside the door in my kitchen, I had a terrible vision. The scene takes place in the interior of my precious, brand-new, Liberty Deluxe Casita travel trailer. Spike and Bridget are hopping at the door, all fired up to go outside, and their nails are shredding the bottom half of the screen into long strips.
“Good reason to fire the crew!”
No, just kidding. I search online and find a metal guard specifically for the outside of the screen door (although I need something for the inside). You know the kind. Your grandma probably had one. Originating during the pre-childproof era, the metal is shaped into ugly curly-cues designed to pinch the fingers of children who run in and out of the house all day, which, by the way, children don’t do anymore because they’re too busy sitting on the couch making fat cells and complaining there’s nothing to do. Anyway.
I tootle on over to Lowe’s.
I see a young man in a red apron. I explain what I’m looking for and why I need it. He’s confused until I say, “You know, the kind your grandma probably had . . . .”
“Oh yeah, I know what you’re looking for! I remember getting my finger caught in the . . . .”
I realize my best bet is a place like Camping World and mark that mission “inactive” in my brain. Maybe I don’t even need anything for the door anyway. Maybe Casita has a guard on it already? It’s tough outfitting a trailer you’ve never seen. I browse through the tow hitch accessories section — quite a nice selection — and spend a few minutes fondling hitch locks, electrical plug adapters, and mini air compressors.
Wow! This little lady has her priorities right!
I pick up a shiny, looks-like-diamond-plate, foldable “auto-shade” to protect the dash of the PTV. Hey, this is just what the crew and I need. I check the back of the cardboard sleeve around it to make sure I have the right one for a Chevy Express van. Below the chart in all caps is a stern warning: ATTENTION: VEHICLE SHOULD NOT BE DRIVEN WITH SUNSHADE IN THE WINDOW.”
Oh. Gee. Thanks for the heads-up!
And to think there never was one word of warning — not one word — about grandma’s screen door.