Back at the shed extension project, some trim was added.
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And oddly added at that.
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And even though the third wall/door hadn’t been figured out, work moved to the roof.
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Where my too cheap to buy more husband used part tar paper, part leftover ice and water shield.
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He kills me that way.
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The man thinks nothing of dropping $200 for dinner, but balks at buying a last roll of tar paper or another full piece of wood when leftovers will do.
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Whatever.
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This is where the third wall should go… except the raison d’etre for the extension is rolling the antique carriage under cover so my husband wants to leave it open. I’m lobbying for some type of large door but with the roof angled for rain and the side of the existing building so clearly off square I’m meeting a lot of resistance.
The new door was seated but not quite right, so a temporary doorknob was installed overnight.
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Not attractive, but it kept the bugs out.
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His Lordship is not happy with the new decorative glass. It distorts his bird viewing and I’m sure I’ll hear more about this issue in the future.
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My husband rolled his eyes at the fancy door handle I bought, but it went in easier than most.
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If you can believe it.. a full day was spent making adjustments, shimming, un-shimming, moving, tweaking and leveling the door so it closed properly with no gaps. Wood had to be added on both sides of the frame since the door was slightly too small for the rough opening.
After that, insulation was stuffed in holes…
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Of which there were many because my always in a hurry husband measured the rough opening incorrectly.
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The height was fine, but the width was off by a good 2 inches…
Remember our old… I’m estimating 50 years… front door?
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The one we have to replace before my husband can finish the stone siding on the front porch?
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The one that was impossible to replace in that particular configuration.
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The one for which we ordered a replacement but have been waiting forever for it to arrive?
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It arrived.
And Holy Macaroni Batman! The thing weighs a ton. It took three delivery men 20 minutes to manhandle it 10 feet.
I was afraid they’d damaged it but when my husband removed the packaging it looked fine.
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Yes, it came with handles.
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Though the ones on the right were put on the wrong way.
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I’m not looking forward to my husband installing this door. Careful and precise are not his favorite words and it may require a lot more finesse than he’s capable of delivering.