Twelve years of Catholic schooling taught me the importance of faith, Modern Philosophers.
So even after my hopes for new windows at The House on the Hill were dashed by the $43,000 estimate for them to be installed, I did not give up hope.
Instead, I vented on social media, which led to kind folks reaching out to me with the names of companies that would probably do the job for much less.
And they say social media has no redeeming qualities!
So I woke up early to meet with a contractor recommended by my friend Nicole. I’m giving her a shout out in this post despite the fact that she is a Tampa Bay Lightning fan, and that team knocked my Islanders out of the Stanley Cup Playoffs last night.
Sometimes, you have to put rivalries aside and think about what’s best for the windows.
I have even more interest in getting new windows because yesterday I received the estimate from the heating oil company on how much it will cost to heat The House on the Hill this winter. They are guessing the average price per gallon will be $2.91 this year, which is up from $2.29 last year.
So I’m really motivated to get new windows to keep in the heat, keep out the cold, unrelenting Maine winter, and keep money in my bank account.
This morning’s contractor was very nice. We had discussed the estimate I received from the previous company, and the first thing he said when he arrived was that he could assure me that his estimate would be lower than my previous one.
I asked a lot of questions, and he gave reassuring answers. Once we discussed what I had in mind, I left him alone to take his measurements.
Because I got such a good vibe from him, and because he was a general contractor rather than a window specialist, I got all crazy and asked him to add the cost for a new storm door to the estimate. I’ve always wanted a new one because I currently have a very flimsy screen door that doesn’t close very securely.
And that’s not going to keep curious cats in the house during the summer when I open the front door to let fresh air into The House on the Hill.
If I’m going to invest in improvements to the house, I might as well go all in.
He left with the promise to crunch the numbers, and email me his estimate. At the very least, this second coming ended without my wanting to curse, scream, and throw the person giving me the estimate out of my house.
It’s amazing what a little faith can do…
AUTHOR’S NOTE: The chalk art depicted in this post is courtesy of unknown artists who left it on the River Walk to be discovered by me on my morning run.