Keeping the sun away

I finally found some tension bars at Home Depot that will fit my six 18-inch windows in my sunroom. They were only about $2 or so apiece, but I bought just one and then took it home to see if it would fit. It did. So after prayer meeting tonight I went back to get some more.

I couldn't find those tension bars. Walked all over the store, several times in the windows and bath areas. Finally I yelled "Sir!" at an attendant with an orange uniform.

When I caught up with him I said, "Where are your tension bars for curtains?"

He looked at me as if I was speaking in a foreign tongue but dutifully led me to a display of large tension bars that would hold a shower curtain.

"No," I said. "I want a small one, from 14 to 18 inches."

He just walked away. I kept walking in ever-widening circles and came across what I wanted and bought six of them.

From there I went to Walmart and bought curtains to put on the tension rods. Two are ivory and three are dark red. But I have six windows. The dark red ones are wonderful. The ivory ones show too much detail from outside when cars drive by at night. I might use them on one of my upstairs windows after Dave puts the shades up for me.

So tomorrow I'll try to get back and buy three more "brick" colored curtains, and then I'll have 99% privacy in my sunroom. As it is, people can see inside the room at night if they're looking and the lights are on. The cracks in the fence give quite a clear picture. But with the new curtains the person has to be nose-to-glass to see what's going on.

My TV set in the sunroom has quit on me. I may move another TV into that room. I'm not buying a new TV until this high-definition business settles down. But since I have a TV in every room in the house except the living room and kitchen downstairs and the bathrooms, I can get by for quite a while by shuffling things around.

I've started a new blog: Life Means Nothing Behind the Green Wall. I'm learning OCR skills with my new scanner and am trying to enter a new page every day. So if you want to start at the beginning, you have to go to the oldest page!

This is a well-written and well-plotted novel that I understand accurately describes the author's experience at a large Brooklyn, NY, hospital, but it got the "anonymous" author in serious trouble, so I promised him I'd keep it as anonymous as possible.