On the list of things that terrify me, having a crane full of drywall extending from the driveway past my wood doors into the house probably ranks about an 8.5. Just behind balloons and sitting next to a dude with a phlegmy cough on an airplane.
So this was an awesome sight to see when I walked out the door this morning. I stood paralyzed in horror doing that thing I do when I’m playing video games– you know, where you twist the entire top half of your body into an inverted “L” shape thinking it will help an inanimate object move in the direction you’re leaning? Yeah. That doesn’t work. So I snapped a picture and headed off to work, and tried not to think about that beautiful wood door with drywall dents all over it.
MysteryMan has been telling me since we bought those doors that “there is no way they are going to survive drywall without getting beat up.” Because he’s such an optimist. As a general rule I’m a calm, easygoing, take-it-as-it-comes kind of person, but that dude has a gift for instilling levels of panic in me that I haven’t known in my entire 30 years on the planet.
So of course I rushed home during my lunch hour and from a mile off I was squinting through the windshield trying to see any discernible defects in my door. Then I did an up-close inspection on both sides, and…
The door is in perfect condition.
Score one for the drywall team. Let’s hope they can keep that up for the next three days.