Another Ordinary Day

A quiet reading.

My wife and I made a screen for our door window. When the window is open, it leaves a huge gap for flies and mosquitoes to come in. I’m sure they appreciate it. Us, not so much.

It was our second screen. The first one had fallen apart at the joints. It was feeling its age. This new one will likely have the same four-year lifespan as the old one, which surprises me a little. A large window in a door that opens, but no screen. Looks over functionality. Not that looks aren’t important. They are.

We need fresh air whenever and wherever we can find it. Living in a sealed-off house that relies on refrigerated air most of the year can quietly deepen a sense of isolation. And sometimes isolation isn’t so bad.

Back to the screen—

The second screen was made as imperfectly as the first. I don’t think people are made to build perfect screens. The fit is tight. There are waves in the mesh. There is even a small hole from the box cutter used to trim the edge. But we’re both happy with it.

It’s better than the old one because it fills the gaps and keeps the insects out. And it no longer falls from the window frame whenever the wind kicks up.

It’s not a new season of life. Just another ordinary day made better because there was something important to get done.

What will happen tomorrow?

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