As you probably know, Modern Philosophers, one of my core beliefs is that change is bad. Not only is it bad, but it is also horrifying and murder on the stress levels.
The House on the Hill, which has served as my home base since I moved to Maine, is an ancient structure that I believe was built before the Pilgrims arrived in the New World. I’m pretty sure it was willed into existence by the strange forces that haunt the building, and while these entities are truly powerful, they clearly don’t know much about energy efficiency.
Because of this glaring character flaw, The House on the Hill has always been very cold in the winter, and uncomfortably warm in the summer.
Yes, some of the winter issues are related to my decades long feud with Snow Miser, but overall, it has to do with the rattly old windows that don’t do a great job of protecting me from the elements.
At least for the first floor. I’m not made of money, and apparently, windows are made of a precious metal that has caused their price to skyrocket during the pandemic.
Yes, this was a very difficult decision. Yes, I’m feeling a giant pain in my bank account right now. Yes, I am questioning if I made the right decision.
But that is all just par for the course for me. I cannot make major decisions, and when I finally by some small miracle manage to make one, I immediately regret it and question my sanity.
Alas, it is too late now. The windows are in, the check has been written, and the contractors have left.
I must admit, they look amazing. People told me it would be a big loss to trade in the old school, fancy design windows for something more modern and energy efficient, but I prefer the new look.
The new windows are less busy, a lot easier to open and close, and none of them are cracked. In addition, the contractors added new insulation around the windows, so they absolutely will keep the house warmer this winter.
Plus, I never really liked the old windows. The special design that everyone raved about didn’t do anything for me. It was one of those touches that J, who was an architect, appreciated. So if anything, they were a reminder of my ex-wife.
I guess I’m excited to have splurged on something I really needed and have been talking about doing forever. I very rarely spend money on myself, especially such a large sum.
But it was something The House on the Hill sorely needed. I’m also hoping that the new windows will lower my heating costs every year, and eventually pay for themselves.
At the very least, I have a totally new view of the world.
It might make me nervous, I’ll probably fret about the cost for a while, but I’m hoping it at least clears the path for me to open up my mind to making further changes.
Please keep me in your prayers…