My mother’s house has needed replacement windows since … well, let’s just say she recently paid off her 30-year mortgage and the windows needed replacing way back before they bought the house.

When my dad was alive, he would have wanted to do it all himself if he’d been well, but they didn’t have sufficient money to pay to have it done. Supposedly. Turns out Daddy never actually got an estimate. He assumed they couldn’t afford it.

Mother’s continued objection after he died was that she didn’t want to have to move out of her house for a week.. So I called in “the big guns,” aka my little sister. She just flat out said, “We’re doing this and the window company will be done installing shiny, new vinyl replacement windows in one day, guaranteed.” I’d already said the same thing, but alas, like Dicky Smothers, my mom always liked her best. *sigh*