People who live in glass houses shouldn't use weed whackers

I don't think I've ever blogged about my walk-behind weed whacker.

It is the perfect device for mowing the grass and weeds in my uneven, bumpy back yard.

I also use it to chop down the weeds under the electric fence line.

Yesterday I learned that one of its unadvertised features is

shooting rocks and breaking glass doors.

 

Whoops.

I was mowing in the far back corner of the yard when I heard a rock hit the house.

No biggie. I kept on mowing. When I turned off the engine, I heard another noise

and couldn't figure out what it was. Maybe birds walking on the metal roof? 

I checked the roof - no birds - and the noise kept getting louder.

Then I looked over at the guestroom door and saw my problem.

The tempered glass was cracking every which way.

I put duct tape over the hole made by the rock. Why? I'm not sure.
Then I got on the phone with the door store.
I thought I'd have to buy a new one, but it turns out 

I could simply have the glass replaced on the old one. Who knew?

All I had to do was remove the door and take it to town. 

I made big Xs with masking tape on both sides of the glass first

and somehow managed to get the door into the bed of the truck

before all the glass fell out. So far, so good.

I couldn't think of anything to cover the hole in the house and pushed

the wicker loveseat in front of the opening as a last resort. 

It wouldn't stop any of the likely suspects (Johnny, snakes, flies, mice) 

from gaining entry, but it made me feel better.

The door, Alex and I made it to the door store, and the glass was replaced.

Then all I had to worry about was getting back home 

over the 11-mile bumpy, rocky, washboardy dirt road without it breaking.

Luck was definitely on my side, though driving 5 miles an hour surely helped.

The door is back in place, and I haven't found any snakes in the house yet.

I haven't found the rock, either, but I'm sure it will turn up.

Life goes on.