DIY
For a while now, we’ve been replacing the internal doors in our home - from the cheap pine ones we put in when we first moved here some 29ish years ago - to solid oak ones. I did the first two quite quickly, but the one for our room I’ve left at the bottom of the stairs for like 4 months!
Having spent the morning working on the allotment I was exhausted already, but hey, what are bank holidays for if not getting some long overdue things sorted.
I got the old door off easily enough. This cursed thing was warped from the day we got it. So, when you tried to shut it you had to pull the twist of it, which would inevitably bang and wake anyone sleeping up. The same would happen if you opened it without pulling hard on the handle.
Then I went and collected all the tools I needed to prep the new door. It took me a while to figure out where I put my hammer. This got me thinking about my dad. Technically, my adoptive dad. He was (is) a DIY’er / builder at a level I’ll never achieve. When we were young and helping him do something, he’d always have his good hammer, and we’d have to grab whatever was left. Not bad hammers per se, just lesser.
A few years back, I think when I was 49, it occurred to me: I’ve been adulting for a while now. I could have my own dad hammer!. So I got that one you see above. As a dad to girls who’ve never done any DIY themselves, it feels like I’ll take my good hammer to the grave without anyone to appreciate it - but it is what it is. 😆
Anyways, I got the door in place, had my daughter draw a line on the other side, and got it cut down to size, and finally, I marked out where the hinges should be based on where they were before. Then I cut out a spot for the hings on the new door:
Screwed them in:
And as if by magic, put the new door up and it fit absolutely perfectly!
