Recap: Sunday fun

This weekend we had fun with doors.

More specifically, this weekend Annie and I had fun with our bathroom doors (and by "fun" I mean "various issues").

The bathroom has two doors, one of the sliding type and one with a regular doorknob. Yesterday, while Annie was trying to close the sliding door, something broke and door suddenly lost its ability to slide which, as you might imagine, is an issue for a slide door. Upon investigation we have discovered that the door has no track to roll on at the bottom, and apparently whatever broke broke at the top, where the door is set into the wall. We can't see what's wrong, and it was only by partially lifting and shoving the door that we managed to close it at all. We left a note with the management who promised people who will come and resolve the issue, hopefully on Monday.

So, one door down, one more to go, said some unknown god of Murphy's Law.

This morning, when Annie tried to enter via the other door to take a shower (we have the habit of leaving that door closed, now that Rose is being trained to the living room and the hallway) she found the door locked. As in locked out. Consequently I had to take apart the outside half of the lock so she could get in and after I reinstalled that it was discovered that that door didn't, in fact, lock. So post shower, post morning, post everything, I took down both sides of the lock (knobs, screws, and all) and discovered that the inside half wasn't aligned properly. Re-installation was needed-- but at least this, unlike the sliding door, was something I could do. Now the bathroom of two doors has one functional door and it remains to be seen what will become of the other one.

Alas, the poor striken door.

On the other hand, I have called Gabrielle from FFO and she's very nice and agreed to cat-sit Rose over Thanksgiving (Winter Break remains a mysterious nightmare that I have yet to deal with). Charleen called the other night and after some quick decisions we'll also be temporarily fostering another kitty after Thanksgiving, until a permanent foster home can be found for him (or, as Charleen has hinted, we decide that we'll foster the other cat too). He. Yes, it's a 'he'. Short-haired orange tabby of undetermined age and name. At least he's already fully socialized and can be treated just like a normal cat. Rose is still getting there and so this new temp will be Annie's reponsibility.

We'll see how this goes.