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The (not so) easy installation continues.

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Day two of the storm door project started at 9:00am as we laid out the pieces and parts of the handles we were told were included, but weren’t.

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Things were a little confusing at first but after a long discussion over instructions, we thought we had it.

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Holes were drilled. Hopefully where they were supposed to be.

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Wood on the frame was cut and chiseled out because naturally the holes from our old door didn’t match the new.

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Handle and locks in place, it was secured and ready to shut.

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Only it didn’t.

Wouldn’t.

No matter how much we tinkered and tried.

So we had to take it all off and start again, trying to figure out where we went wrong.

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See that piece? We came to hate that piece quite quickly. Virulently and utterly.

It’s part of the locking mechanism that drops down into the door. There’s only one way to put it in, one way to secure it… which we did. Repeatedly. But the stupid piece was backward, and for the life of us we couldn’t figure out why. We started questioning left and right, up and down but no matter what we did we couldn’t make it work.

The storm door can be hinged on either side. The handles can be installed on either side. So why wouldn’t it work?

We drove ourselves nuts for 2 solid hours fiddling with (and cursing) it.

My husband swore I’d bought the wrong handle and that they were designated for left and right hand opening. I knew they weren’t and swore we were just missing something simple.

Frustrated, he removed all the hardware, packed it up and drove it back to the store with receipts, instructions and pictures… determined to get satisfaction.

At 3:00pm he came back with an answer.

The one he had to ask two salesmen, a door rep and the assistant manager to get.

The one the instructions made absolutely no mention of.

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You take the piece out and flip it over.

Seriously?

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It comes set up for a right hinged door and since we hinged on the left, it was indeed backward.

So why the #!*</+ don’t they tell you that!

Talk about aggravating.

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At 3:30pm on day two?

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After 11 total hours of “easy installation”?

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We had a new fully functional storm door.

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And I swear, if this one ever breaks?

We’ll just move.

It will be easier.

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P.S…. the handles we were originally told came with the door but didn’t? The ones we had to make a special trip back to the store to purchase? The silly things were supposed to come with the door after all but are packaged separately and kept in the store room. When a special order comes in the clerk is supposed to grab the coordinating handles and add it to the delivery. So we did end up get a refund for that.

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Another project.

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This is our little kitchen landing entryway.

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The husband tore down the old one a few years back and replaced the wood with composite decking, built a new frame, added glass and installed new soffit on the ceiling.

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What he didn’t do was replace the old storm door.

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Which, over the winter had a bad spell and kind of… exploded.

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We’re not sure what went wrong on the bottom right but before I knew what was happening the other day….

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The husband had removed it.

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And sanded down the old frame because he was bored and had nothing to do.

Problem is no one had the one he wanted in stock so now we have to wait a few weeks for delivery.

Planning is not his strong suit.

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Project completed.

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I don’t know why my husband likes to work in the rain.

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But he tried to apply sealant to the newly sanded barn porch in the drizzle, until it turned into a full blown shower and he had to quit.

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The next day was cool, but dry

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For a while.

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But just as he was finishing, the sky began to darken.

And rain moved in again.

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And lest you think I didn’t help…

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When the sun came out the day after, I sealed the steps and porch skirting.

Unlike my spouse, I don’t work outside in the rain.

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Project part three… in which I find a yellow submarine.

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Because he loves me.

Or maybe because he doesn’t want to hear me bitch…

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My husband rented a deck sander for a few hours and went to town on the barn porch.

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In the rain.

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Granted it wasn’t the best weather for sanding, but I wasn’t going to complain.

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He thought it might make a difference and help the boards he replaced blend a little better with the existing planks.

It didn’t, but it certainly smoothed things out and prepared the surface for sealant.

I admit I was a little surprised to walk inside the barn and find a previously unknown dining table being used as a work top.

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Clearly someone had been to the recycle center without me.

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I also found this.

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Shame it was in such bad shape.

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A 1969 Yellow Submarine, complete with pop up Beatles.

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Ringo.

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And a very unhappy John.

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The project, and a woodchuck kleptomaniac.

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The barn porch rotted wood replacement project continues.

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Or rather, it continued without me noticing and is now complete.

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(Yes, the left hand post still dips… but that’s a frost heaving, ever shifting Maine ground problem.)

And while my husband used similarly weathered boards…

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They still don’t match the existing and stick out like a sore thumb because he refused to replace the entire length of the boards like I suggested.

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This anomaly doesn’t bother my husband, but will drive me nuts for years to come.

And did you happen to notice anything else amiss on the porch?

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Perhaps the furniture that I had recovered a few years back at a rather large expense?

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A cushion is missing.

As in… gone.

We noticed the other chair cushion had been torn, or more precisely… chewed. And there was stuffing blowing here and there around the bottom of the barn so as crazy as it sounds, we think it was stolen.

By the critters.

Most likely the by Momma chuck who nests and has babies under there every year.

Ordinarily this would piss me off to no end, but I’ve been wanting to replace this set for some time so now seems as good a time as any.

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Uh oh. A project..

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When it’s a nice day and my husband goes missing? I get worried.

When I hear banging and power tools? I have to investigate.

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I found him on the porch of the man cave/Barn Mahal where he was building….

Something.

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He called it a dead man.

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I called it dangerous.

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In order to replace some rotted wood on the deck he needed to raise a post.

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One rusted car jack and some scrap wood later…

I was glad OSHA wasn’t in the neighborhood.

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Yes.

That’s what was supporting the roof as he worked.

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Brave… or reckless?

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It’s always a tough call with my husband.

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A new project.

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Remember when my husband tore down most of our old shed and rebuilt it without the addition?

Remember when my husband bought an antique wagon and had to rebuild the addition to house the purchase?

Remember when I complained about having a gaping open hole on the north side of the new addition because my husband couldn’t figure out how to build a door on the wonky shaped opening?

Remember when my husband covered the hole with a tarp thinking that would suffice?

Silly man.

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Door construction has begun.

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I had multiple ideas for this.

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None of which were taken under consideration.

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Have you hugged your door today?

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Remember how nothing was even close to level or plumb when the shed was built?

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It’s going to be interesting…

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Sea glass, a new project and travel cheese.

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I saw this the other day and had a flashback to my childhood in New Jersey.

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The hand came to life and snatched the letters one by one into the bloody swamp.

Epic. And I was there for it every week.

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For those of you, who like me… comb the beaches.

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My husband has recently decided the wood has to leave the woodshed, the interior wall on the right separating the shed from a storage room needs to be removed and a floor needs to be laid.

I do not expect this project to go quickly or smoothly. Stay tuned.

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Red door.

Since I plan on living more than 3 years. Duh.

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If a cheese fortune teller is paid in cheese? I have the perfect scarf and earrings for the job, sign me up.

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And to think it only took 67 days.

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Sixty seven days ago my husband put in our new front door.

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And for sixty seven days I’ve been (none too patiently) waiting for him to finish the job by trimming it with interior moulding.

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Finally!

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It will be nice not to see insulation and ragged edges again.

As usual I assumed the role of quality control and rendered some things unacceptable.

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And though there was a fair amount of grumbling from the installer, it all worked out in the end.

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If sixty six days late.

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Disclaimer – no cats were disturbed during the installation process.

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And then there was paint.

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My husband says he’s done with the shed extension for this year.

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And as hard as I’ve lobbied to truly finish it with a third wall/door, my pleas are falling on deaf ears and I shall have to live with (though not quietly I assure you) a tarp that covers the open end all winter.

Grrr.

But that doesn’t mean I have to live with raw wood so I matched the old color as well as I could and got to work.

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My husband doesn’t paint.

Or stain.

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Ever.

But that’s fine, I don’t mind doing my part.

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Though I do end up wearing almost as much as whatever structure I’m painting.

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There.

At least it looks little better…

Though I’m still going to ride my spouse to put a trim post on the unfinished rear right edge.

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Big barn, little barn.

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The color match isn’t perfect, but it will do until I can put an another coat on the whole building next spring.

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