We live in an older home with many old features. Some are charming; others aren't.
Until this week, one of the not-so-charming features was our side door. If you have ever had to deal with an old wooden door that swells and shrinks depending on the temperature, you can appreciate the following gymnastics we performed every time we wanted to go to our backyard or take the trash out.
It had a deadbolt with key entry on both sides so using both hands, we had to throw our body weight up against the door to position the deadbolt in just the right position to loosen the key and pop the lock out. It took quite a bit of finagling but trust me, we became quite skilled in the art of opening this door.
Anyways, my dad found a new door for us and I was thrilled to be done with our old one. So this week, he called to see if he could come by to put it in. I thought he would just pop the old one off the hinges and hang the new one on.
After about five minutes to severe banging and screeching that sent Madeline running to my legs, I saw this:
Apparently, this new door called for a new door jamb which then also required ripping off, um, everything.
Then Dad noticed that our floor was tilted considerably so he decided to JACK UP THE HOUSE! I didn't even know this could be done.
I was so glad I decided to quickly mop the floor before he came over. I thought he might have to kneel once or twice and I didn't want to dirty his knee.
After she got used to the banging, Madeline wanted to help so badly. Needless to say, I held her back.
But it's in! And I can't begin to share with you my excitement of.... turning the lock with ONE HAND and opening the door with ONE HAND. Ah, bliss.
I love living 10 minutes from my parents. Thanks, Dad!