I work in email; I know better than to use a subject like the one above. If you see this email at all, it will likely be in your spam folder. Oh well, it gets the point across, and I’m in the kind of mood where I just don’t care.
On March 2, 2018, I was induced three weeks early. Then to spice things up, on March 5th, we moved. We certainly know how to have fun in our family.
We found a house with enough bedrooms, and it was worth it. I would try to adjust the timing a bit if I had to do it all over again, but it was what it was.
The people who sold us the house had a dry erase calendar on the pantry door. I think they used some of those 3M hooks on the hollow-core door. They decided to take the calendar and the hooks with them when they moved. Unfortunately, the hooks took great big chunks of the cardboard from the white door with them.
We’ve been busy since March of 2018, and I have tried so hard to ignore those four chunks of missing door bits. But oh, how they have bothered me.
My pandemic project has been to solve this issue. It’s been a piecemeal project, and one of those things where good ole Murphy has been having a field day. First, I had to get a door. We don’t have a truck, so that was something I wasn’t quite sure how to manage. Ray solved that by getting rear-ended on the interstate and totaling my car (everyone is fine, and that was absolutely not his fault). We got a full-size minivan and a door nicely fit between the seats. So even though you didn’t check to see if my husband or children were ok after hitting them, you ended up doing us a favor, lady.
In a fit of productivity in one weekend, I removed the old door, painted the new one, added the doorknob, hung it, and discovered that the hinges made it too wide by 1/4″ to close.
I looked at the old door and saw that the hinges had been set into the door itself, allowing the door just to fit.
For the past several months, our toddler—not the baby we had in 2018, the one we had in 2019—has had a grand time opening the pantry door that will not shut and unloading the lower shelf, usually to test the buoyancy of items in the dogs’ water bowl.
I assumed that fixing this issue would require an expensive tool or skill set I didn’t have, so I ignored it for a few weeks. Because as you know, procrastination fixes all problems.
This week, I finally broke down and turned to Google, where a quick search showed me one cheap tool would solve my problem.
Who knew?
So all of that is to say, two years and seven months later, may I present to you, my Friday hooray:
It took me about about half an hour. Yay.
No, I’m not painting the walls or trim until the baby gates are down.
What is your Friday hooray for this week?
Nancy Carnell says
Feels so good to check something off the list.
Becky says
Yay! for you. It always feels soooo good to accomplish a job you have dreaded – and have it turn out so nice. Congratulations. 🙂
Mary Jane Moore says
And a lovely door it is. Good job!
Jennifer says
I took the teenager pants shopping today and we actually found a pair that fit!
Heather Solos says
That can be quite a frustrating adventure. I’m glad it was successful!
Martha N says
I’ve had the same business cards since 1994. Today I ordered new updated cards with 21century info like current area code, email address, etc.
A big win for a big procrastinator !
Heather Solos says
Long-distance-high-five!
That had to feel good.
Your friend says
It is the little projects that seem to get to us. But they are rewarding when done too!
Oh, and you know I have a truck, right? And the tools to have fixed that door a long time ago.
Just saying … 😉
Heather Solos says
Are you still planning on coming out this way on Saturday? I have one other truck-dependent project that’s been sitting around for way too long. I have the teenage man-power to do the lifting. We have a few posts leftover from ripping out the deck that need to be taken to the dump (that is a half mile away). Aidan would love to not have to mow and weed-eat around them anymore