Even though we managed to keep up a pretty steady stream of work for the last 12 months, about two weeks ago back-orders, extended delivery times, and our own lack of foresight finally caught up with us.
Which isn’t to say we didn’t have things to do, they just weren’t the immediate things that were going to help us move from the garage into the house. You know, like tiling the bathroom floor so we could install toilets, or hanging doors on the rooms in the hopes that one day we may actually live in the same space but not be able to see each other every single waking second.
Ah, doors. The bane of our house-building relationship. Can I tell you just how many door installations around here have almost ended up with someone getting an involuntary facial piercing via shim?
However, you’ll note that I did not send any Tweets or Facebook updates from the hospital over the weekend, so with that being said here are the top 5 ways not to kill your significant other with a shim while hanging a door.
- Wear earplugs. Neither of you is listening to the other person anyway, and the only kind of communication that makes its way through a solid door is insults.
- Install the lockset first. Make sure you’re the person on the outside of the closet when the door gets secured in place. By the time they figure out how to pick the lock with a hanger, you’ll be long gone.
- Use duct tape. When your partner has both hands securing the door frame, quickly open the door, place a piece of tape over their mouth, and shut the door again. Refuse to hold up your side so they can’t release the door to remove the tape.
- Use balsa-wood shims. When’s the last time someone was killed with a piece of balsa?
- Have someone else do it. Like, call your Chief Electrician for help with some “electrical work” and then suddenly find yourself engrossed in installing a radient floor heater while the boys do the work without you.
Uh. Not that I would know anything about that.
But the door does look good. The mission-style solid pine was worth the eight week wait.
And think, we just have to survive the installation of eight more of these. Fourteen if you count the closets, which I don’t because I hate it when my life flashes before my eyes.
A couple coats of stain and a little trim, and the closet just might be the first fully finished room in the Memorial house.