I neglect our windows and they know it. In a fit of protest, one of them decided to fall out of the frame.
Just like that, we have a missing window. It's a miracle the glass didn't break. Somehow, it managed to nestle itself in between the frame and the mini blinds where it sat, a bit awkward, but unharmed until I discovered it.
This is what happens when you live in a house with older, pre-modern windows. They're good windows, according to the energy audit we had two years ago. However, every now and again, they get a little bored with life and try to make a run for it. I suppose they'd be happier if I spent a few dollars and a few hours on glazing.
With the exception of the bathroom window, I haven't re-glazed any of our windows. That means they're likely wearing the same coat of putty some handyman dressed them in back in 1965. Some of the glaze is still clinging modestly to the glass, but the rest is being shed bit by bit like clothes on a burlesque dancer. Our windows have no shame.
Today was the day I was going to put a stop to the reckless behavior. The storm window has been removed, the tub of glaze has been found, and the how-to YouTube video has been watched.
Sounds good, so far, right? The wind was officially taken out of my sails when I discovered our tub of window glaze dried out sometime in the last two years. The fallen window is also missing points, and not just because of its awkward dance moves. If it had a few more glazing points, the glass would be a bit more secure, even when it's undressed.
This means an unplanned trip to the hardware store is in the works. Realistically, anytime I start a home repair project, even if I think I have everything I need, I should just plan on making a trip to the hardware store.
I'll let you know how it goes.
You can find the update here: Homeowners Do Windows Part II.