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And so it begins, the project I’ve been dreading.
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I get worried when my husband has to repair/replace something inside our home. He’s fine with rough carpentry and rustic places like the barn… but the house?
Where I have to live?
I prefer professionals.
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I was cringing the whole time he and a friend were removing the old front door…. and lost count of how many times I said be careful.
Note – he wasn’t careful. And it was the friend who put a drop cloth down on our brand new floor.
Thank you friend.
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The fact that they got it out in one piece without breaking the glass is a miracle.
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I think even the husband was surprised.
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Giant hole in the house?
Check.
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Door frame on a shrub?
Yup.
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There was even a door under the truck.
The reason for that placement was clearly above my pay grade.
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And now that we had a big hole, it was time to fill it.
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After checking to make sure there was no rotted wood underneath as was the case with the other two doors we replaced.
Thankfully all was well.
To be continued…
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