Screen Door- No Screen

Since it’s starting to get cooler, it was time to take the screen out of our screen door. Some screen doors have half and half, screen and glass, and some have the glass that slides down out of the way of the screen so you don’t have to change anything out, it’s all just right there in the door, but not our door. Our screen door is a big frame for the screen and you have the choice of the actual screen for the screen door, or a big plate of glass. Either/ Or.

You’d think it would be pretty straight-forward, changing out the glass for the screen. And it sorta was. Only it wasn’t. It was one of those jobs. To get the screen out, you have to take two big plastic screen-holder-inner pieces out of the door frame and then back out the four (three now since one is broken- but I didn’t break it my own self) springy screen clips and the screen pretty much falls out of the frame. I was pretty solid on that part because I remembered from this spring when I took the glass out and put the screen in. I didn’t do anything with the screen door the year before because it was just our first year in the house and I didn’t want to break the door first thing. I thought I’d wait a year.

So the screen was out, no prob. Then it was time to get the glass in. If you looked at the door, it looked like there was a track for the glass to slide in and then you wiggle the other side in and then put in the two big plastic screen-holder-inner (which does double duty for the glass) pieces back in and ka-zamie! you’re all done. You’d think that, but you’d be wrong. The glass does NOT go in the track AT ALL. Even though it looks like it should. It just sorta wedges into the frame. And you can’t just push it in, no, no, no. You have to start from the bottom and wiggle it in so it’s tight and then work up the glass on both sides, pushing it into the frame so it’s all flush. Then you use the two big plastic screen (and glass!)-holder-inner pieces.

The job also goes much smoother if you have a helper or two. Preferably the type of helper that says “What you really want to do here is change out your whole screen door. Luckily I have one in my truck I’ll give you for free! And I really feel like pulling out an old screen door and putting one in right now, so just hold that screwdriver and I’ll be right back with your new door.” I did not have that sort of help.

I did have a Learning Experience. I learned why you don’t see strappy, open-toed work boots. If you’re, say, changing the screen in your door for a glass sheet and the glass would, say, to slip out of the frame and land on your foot, if you were wearing strappy, open-toed work boots you’d chop off half your foot. If you were just wearing some sneakers it would just hurt a touch and you’d say “golly, but that was unpleasant” (to paraphrase). But the screen is out of the door and the glass is in for the winter. And the door opens and everything.

It didn’t open right after I put the glass in. It wasn’t my fault, I didn’t do nuthin’! But I took the whole thing apart, glass, handle, latch and all, and fixed the bad boy right up. You know what kind of helper you need for a job like that? One that knows how to stick the handle back in the door latch to open the door when the wind takes it and slams it shut and you have no way back into the house other than through the garage and then all the way through the house. I didn’t have that kind of help either. But the important thing is it works now. RIGHT NOW it works. Tomorrow? Who knows?

You know where you don’t see too many screen doors? Forbidding castles looming over rustic villages. Can you see it, talking to the builder?
“What’s this then?”
“A screen door.”
“But I didn’t ask for a screen door, I asked for more of the Dread Portal.”
“Did you, now?”
“Yes I did. I know it was on the plans because I paid extra for the Dread Portal.”
“So you don’t want the screen door left on too? It’s give you a nice breeze come spring.”
“I am totally sure. I want one Dread Portal and no screen door.”
“OK, sure. It’s your castle. But when you have to prop your Dread Portal open with a brick and the bugs come right in, don’t think you’ll just be calling me to pop back out and put the screen door back up. I’ll have to charge you a fee to come out on top of the materials and labor.”
“That’s fine, just get rid of the screen door and put in the Dread Portal!”
“Would you like me to paint it red?”
“What?”
“The Dread Portal. Would you like me to paint it red for you?”
“Why would I want my Dread Portal painted red?”
“For the feng. It makes it more shui if you paint your front door red.”
“Arrrrrgh!”
"So that’s a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’ then?’

I’m glad I’m not having a forbidding castle built to loom over a rustic village built for me. I think the contractors would make me crazy.
-Rue.

I’m first!

:stuck_out_tongue:

Rue, I don’t know whether to kiss you or shake my head in bewilderment. How 'bout both?

My mom has exactly the same door you do, and every year we get hit by stupid rays and forget how the switcheroo is supposed to work. I proposed that we switch it out more often - say, every third Tuesday, just so we could get the practice and keep our screen switching skills in optimal shape. That idea didn’t go over so well.

Funny thing is, I have little or no trouble changing out, repairing, or adjusting just about screen ever made, whether in a window, a door, or a submarine. And storm doors and windows are a particular specialty of mine. Made working for PaceSetter that much easier.

With all that said, it always surprises and frustrates me that when it comes to the screen/doors on my own place, my GF’s place, or my mechanically disinclined cousin’s place, it ALWAYS takes me FOREVER* to gittter done. It’s like I for get the important actions each and every time. I guess I should just replace them all with new doors like the ones I install and fix. Nah, it’s probaby an evil spirit thing…

*stupid absolutes

When did Larry the Cable Guy start stuttering?

And sadly, I read NCB’s “gitter done” in a Larry voice. But without the stutter.

My neck is turning red as I type.

I didn’t switch the summer door for the winter door yet. I did, however, take the screen out for the little bastids, I mean trick o’ treaters. Last year I accidently whacked a few kids who didn’t back down the stairs enough, so I figured I would be nice and just take the screen out.

Did you know that propping up a 3’ x 6’ screen against a wall reads “HUGE PLAY AREA” for kitties with claws?

And that taking the screen out of the door makes little kids think they can just stroll into your house?

And that screenless doors make GREAT joke fodder for people who think the whole door is actually gone and fall attempting to walk through the door? Yes, dear, there IS a door there. (My ex will never live this one down)

Sniff The hamsters ate my first post for breakfast, I guess.

Rue why don’t you put the kind of screen doors you don’t have to change out on your list of stuff for the house? It’d make a great Christmas present for your house. Think how spiffy it’d feel with brand new first class screen doors. I don’t have to change out screen doors. See, I got two on my back porch but they just stay like they are cause it don’t get cold down here like it does up there. Besides the porched is screened, so doors with glass in em wouldn’t make much sense anyways. I do need to work on the little gate in my privacy fence cause it don’t shut too good right now. I’ll do it sometime or other. One day anyways.

Did Soupo and Katcha go trick or treatin’? Did they get lots of loot? Did you, the ever dutiful Dad, eat about half the candy first to make sure it wasn’t poisonous. I know how safety conscious you are and all. ACBG and I were a hit at the party we went to. We spouted “Sitcom Dadisms” all night and even got some comments on how we were making some people sick with em. So, the obnoxiousness did kick in. That was good. :smiley:

Yesterday, I ate lunch in a hospital cafeteria. See, a friend of mine’s Mother is in the hospital cause she has pneumonia (but she’s gettin’ all better) so I went by to see her after church. My friend, his father and I went to the cafeteria to get some lunch. I had fried chicken, turnip greens, candied sweet taters, corn bread and iced tea. Then I went home and took a nap. Later, I went to ACBG’s house. He grilled hot dogs while I made french fries in his kitchen, which was good cause I didn’t have to mess up my kitchen. I hadn’t had dawgs and fries in a while so that was good. Also, on Saturday, ACBG put up with me while I watched (read ranted and raved throughout) the Georgia-Florida game. GO DAWGS!

Hope everybody had a great Halloween.

I don’t have a screen (half glass, full screen, etc) on my front door. Something about stooopid convenants.

I do however, have a screen door on my patio slider. No glass there, although the dog punched a teeny little hole in the screen so I guess next spring I’ll have to replace the screen at least. Then I’ll get to pull out the old spline and do all the rest of the fun stuff that comes with that particular chore.

I’m waiting for my ‘puter to arrive. I don’t even feel like I can take a shower because I don’t know when the Fed Ex guy will get here. Don’t worry, I’m not stinky or nothin’, but I just like to take a shower every day. Guess I’ll have to wait for the 'puter to arrive and then I can take a shower. Nope, wait, first I’ll have to disconnect the old computer, then take it out of the den, then remove the desk and clean the carpet (vacuum and steam clean), THEN I’ll get to take a shower. Sheesh…I’ll probably be pretty ripe by then.

The silly newspaper delivery guy didn’t deliver my paper today. I’m a little annoyed. Now I can’t read the news, read the funnies, OR do the crosswords. I just GOTTA do the crosswords. I can’t NOT do the crosswords. I feel COMPELLED to do the crosswords and just don’t feel right if I don’t. I use PEN, not a pencil.

On the weather front, we have flood warnings for a couple of the rivers here in the Northwest. Apparently it’s SUPPOSED to rain and rain and rain. Welcome to November in Washington. It’s just not November here without rain, flood watches, flood warnings, and finally, just plain old floods!

Oh, I forgot to address the whole Halloween thing…

Because we had planned to go out around 5:30 I thought I’d better hop on down to the Safeway and pick up the ingredients for dinner so we could eat and then I could take boy out for his treats.

Safeway is literally a 2 to 3 minute ride. I drive down a residential street, cross HWY 161 (or Meridian to those of you familiar with this area) and boom, I’m at Safeway. Normally, this is an uneventful, mundane ride. But yesterday…well I screwed up.

There is a complex with a movie theater, some restuarants, etc. on my side of Meridian. Just as I’m getting ready to pass the driveway to this complex I see a WSP (Washington State Patrol) getting ready to pull out. I slowed down in case he wanted to pull out first. Nope, he generously :rolleyes: waited for me to pass, then he pulled out behind me. Normally, I don’t sweat this, however, this time I had STUPIDLY :smack: neglected to put my seat belt on when I entered my car. I was so intent on getting things done, that I didn’t even think about it. Anyway, I thought, well I CAN’T put my seatbelt on now, how obvious would that be, he’ll pull me over. So, I cross the highway, he follows, and on come his little blue lights. Sigh…

Mr. State Patrol politely asked me why I didn’t have my seatbelt on. I answered honestly that I didn’t have any excuse, just wasn’t thinking. The ONE FRIGGIN’ time I don’t put my seatbelt on, and I get pulled over. Well, in this state it’s the law that we buckle up. The WSP now has a special emphasis on this law and I received a $101.00 ticket. Dang…I messed up, it’s all my fault, and I guess I’m annoyed with myself. So, like a dutiful wife I reported this to my husband upon my return home. The husband who I’m forever nagging to wear his seatbelt because he’s gonna get pulled over and get a ticket :rolleyes: He sure did give me hard time about it. I pointed out, that although I was the one pulled over, the fact that I was pulled over, right by our house, only reinforces what I’ve been saying about wearing seatbelts.

Well, after that I made homemade french dip sammiches and took the kid out for treats. It was definitely cold outside last night, but at least it didn’t rain. The kiddo received lots (read: WAY, WAY, TOO MUCH) of candy and he’s happy.

He dressed up as a soldier, because, well, there weren’t a lot of costumes to pick from when we went to the costume store. Next year will be the very last year that we’ll allow him to go trick or treating. Who knows, he may decide he doesn’t want to next year, although this year he insists he wants to go next year too. The boy is turning 12 next month and already has a moustache. I’m not talking blond peach fuzz…it’s dark and getting fairly thick. I told hubby that he’ll have to teach him the joys of shaving. He’s growin’ up and it’s showing.

Sometime today I’m scooting to the drugstore for cheap candy. Reeses Peanut Butter Cups, especially. A lot of little bugg- er, kids, ate up all the trick-or-treat candy at the store last night. Not fair! The whole point of my work having trick-or-treat candy is for us staff to eat it. Sulk.

I wore my nice 12th century English gown with veil and belt dagger, and my co-worker wore a very nice hakama and kimono, with appropriate weaponry. We thought maybe we’d pretend that I only spoke Middle English, and he only spoke Japanese, but it didn’t go over well with my manager. So we didn’t.

Quasi-Daughter wants all of us to go as the cast of Cowboy Bebop next year.

I have leftover candy (admittedly, not much), so I don’t need to go to the drugstore for candy. The one “toll” my son has to pay for me taking him trick or treating is that I get the fireballs. I just l-o-o-o-ove those fireballs. I always end up with quite a few of those; at least until this year. Not a single, solitary, fireball was found in his haul. That just sucks! Now I can’t have any.
I’m sure you’re all saying, “Taters, why you just go out and buy some of those fireballs you’re blatherin’ on about?” Well, that’s because I never see them at the stores. Sure, they sometimes come in those mixed candy bags, but I just want a bag of the fireballs. I don’t want any of that other candy. Sigh…oh well.

Well, the new 'puter has arrived and is now sitting in it’s boxes out in my entry way. I need to clean up the old area so that we can hook up the new ‘puter, network it, and install the stuff we need on it. Guess I better get crackin’. If I know my hubby, he’ll try and get home early today so he can play with his new toy.

There are three big ziploc bags of assorted candy two cubes down from me. I am working hard at ignoring them. Since I first saw the bags 10 minutes ago, I have not touched them. Yay me!

Weekend was a weekend. Did some relaxing & reading, and just had a generally good time. No kids came trick or treating to me - which is a good thing, because I didn’t buy any candy.

Susan

I leave my screen door up all year long. Why wouldn’t I? I did make it stay open last night so the trick or treaters could knock on the door more easily, and I do that when I’m expecting a pizza delivery, but other than that, I don’t mess with my screen door.

I do have windows that have screens for summer and glass for winter, but the frames are all screwed up, so I pretty much leave those alone, too (except in the kitchen where I somehow pushed the glas part up so I could put in the screen and now can remove the screen and pull down the glass). I want to have this fixed because it woudl be useful to have the double windows in the winter, but it has not yet become a priority. With heating oil prices being what they are, it may become one very soon.

I had a busy weekend. I cut turf for canvassers on Saturday morning, then sat at the robo-phones all afternoon calling people who hadn’t voted yet, then I went home didn’t do a whole lot. I did the same thing on Sunday, except when I came home I did some house work and then watched a football game and passed out candy. I scared one poor kid because he came to my door just as my team intercepted a pass and ran it back for a touchdown. I’m a bit loud when I watch football.

I haven’t been into the breakroom yet, so I don’t know what type of leftover candy will be down there, but there will be candy. The skinny people bring it in, and us normal sized people eat it. There may be a correlation there, or even several of them, or maybe not.

37 down is WallaWalla
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Thought I might help… GITTER done!
all b-b-better now

I’ve never heard of a screen door that you can put screen or glass in and switch it out. I guess that’s what I get for being born and raised where I am - I am ignorant in all things weather.

I heard a few kids trick or treating in my complex - I didn’t buy candy, and The Boy and I hung out with the lights out, so no one knocked on my door. I am a grump. :stuck_out_tongue:

I haven’t seen any leftover candy around here today. Yet. But I haven’t been looking hard, because I really need more candy like I need another hole in my head. Which is to say, quite frankly, I don’t.

Another option is the operator storm door. The inner panel is split in half and acts like a single hung window. Full glass when down, half screen when the bottom panel is up. Screen stays on either way. Best of both worlds?

We install probaly 2/3rds of our storm doors as operators.

We don’t have a screen door on the front of our house ‘cause the house is 100+ years old and the door has some fancy-work we didn’t want hidden. But we’ve got these holes in our walls called winders and they have screens, so it’s all good. :wink:

We didn’t need any candy this year ‘cause we were over at the park taking pictures of all the trick-or-treaters for free (a $1.00 donation is suggested). It’s a Chamber of Commerce thing, I think. The Missus is the civic-minded one. I just show up and do as I’m told.

Got an email from The BoyChild this morning and I’ve just got to share this picture with you. Isn’t he handsome? sniff We’re so proud! choke

My original family home had the Rue-style thingies – except that it had screws about a half inch from the frame of the screen/storm window du jour which when you tightened them slid these little metal flingies into slots in the screen (or storm window) and when you loosened them let the little metal flingies hang straight down inside the door casing so that you could remove the screen/storm window and replace it with the storm window/screen appropriate for the weather (clear now). So the object is to have one person holding the screen/storm window in place while the other person applies a Big Ass Screwdriver to the screw thingies that secure/loosen the little metal flingies. (Memo to parents: storm windows of door size are heavy when you’re eight, even if you’re a brave and strong little boy who wouldn’t think of complaining when asked to help. – There, got that said, 47 years too late to do any good, but at least it’s one item off my life agenda of things that need doing.)

Today, however, we live in Manufactured Housing that has custom-made “operator screen doors” – except that we are not the first tenants in aforementioned Manufactured Housing. And the previous tenant was a bona fide Southern Redneck Handyman (SRHM).

So we have a storm door with glass permanently in the upper and lower sections, and a screen outside the glass in the lower section. Why, you may ask, don’t we move the glass from the lower section up during the spring, summer, and fall, so that we can enjoy the gentle zephyrs that would waft through our living room? Ah, but you haven’t taken into account the genius of the SRHM!

If the little catches that hold the lower-section storm window in place are not catching properly (they are distant relatives of the aforementioned screen/storm door flingies, on the mother’s side, I believe), then the storm window will fall out. So, rather than carefully ensuring that they are in place and catching properly, the SRHM, anticipating Tom Ridge by several years, secured them permanently. With duct tape. About 3.5 miles (5.48 km) of duct tape. All around the window.

We prop the “screen door” open during the spring, summer, and fall. It lets in some flies, to be sure, but that’s what flyswatters are for. Besides, the gap between the permanently-secured-with-duct-tape lower storm window and the otherwise-useless screen outside it generally traps quite a few flies, who can’t find their way out and die in there. And a good fate for them, says I!

Okay, where was this thread earlier? I checked and didn’t see it all; I think it’s a stealth thread, or one of those magic picture threads, which I can never see at all. So I posted in last week’s thread which I could find, but it was just about how my halloween was okay. Dog dressed as spiderman, lil kid on the loose in my house. I have some tootsie rolls and bottlecaps left over. Anybody want the bottlecaps? Didn’t think so.

Taters, I think you can buy those fireballs all on their own at gas stations and drug stores. But that’s not as good as getting 'em for free in your bucket. Like hunting hand raised deer; it’s too easy and not sporting. Wild, free-range candy is the way to go every time.

I have nothing to say about switching screen doors because I detest them. Always smacking me on the hiney or chewing my heels. Plus, like scout, I didn’t even know they casme in glass flavor.

Ooh! Which reminds me. Today I’ve conned at least a dozen kids into eating the gross Harry Potter jelly beans. Sardine is not popular and only one kid ate the entire vomit flavored bean. We have a surfeit of boogers and only one ear wax, dammit.

Bumba was that his graduation picture from Clown College? You must be so proud!

Notice how it’s been mostly manly stuff about taking things apart and puttin’ back together and hanging doors and such and Ex has yet to poke his head in? Yet, if somebody had said sumpn bout sumpn girly he woulda been right here? I’m just sayin’ is all.

And where’s Puggy, vunderbob and welby? Were they given permission to be away? I don’t think so.