Almost a year to the day that we struggled to fit a glass and aluminum screen door into a compact car, we installed it.
Well, I should say: we watched it being installed. But hey, I helped. I held the screws for my dad.
So strange to have a screen door again. Oliver can no longer let himeself in and out (he had figured out how to turn the doorknob) and we can leave the real door open to catch a breeze without also being inundated with flies and/or those ginormous black fuzzy bumblebees. It almost made us feel like adults or something.