Shattered Patio Door


This happened today. Ellen and I were outside flying her kite (which is what I was originally going to blog about) for, oh, about 1/2 hour, when we finally gave up and I took kite back inside the back door. Hubby was in there on the phone; he motioned to me.

We just stood there and watched as the inner glass panel of the sliding glass patio door spontaneously cracked. You could hear it crackling and popping. It was weird. It didn't explode or pop out or anything; just developed this spider web of cracks in it. It hadn't been hit or bumped or anything like that.

Weird.

He called the nearest glass place; they said over $200 because it would be a custom job.

ARGH!

Comments

jel said…
OUCH!!!!!!!


BEt the weather did it!

or it could have been the aliens that landed at the mall!
February 16, 2011 at 5:40 PM
Frau Guten Tag said…
that's really odd......I'll never forget once (back when I was about 13 or 14) my brother said he came out of work & saw a small pit in the back window of his car, not an actual hole, but not a crack either. He got in & shut the door & suddenly the whole back window came crashing in on him!!
February 17, 2011 at 3:48 PM
Calfkeeper said…
It was strange. I think glass is fairly capricious; it'll shatter when it wants to.
February 18, 2011 at 2:31 PM
Replacement Patio Door Glass said…
Absolutely stunning! Love it, love your blog and your beautiful photography!
October 17, 2017 at 7:50 PM
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