Reciprocating saw – check! Crow bar – check! Various other tools and hardware – check! Two gimpy guys prepared for a fair amount of cursing – check!
Thanksgiving is a time for families to be together and to share experiences with each other. This Thanksgiving I was able to share the experience of a 2-day battle to replace my front door with my Dad. And with him suffering from a gout flare-up and my hip deciding to give me a hard time, we were quite the pair limping around Lowe’s repeatedly to acquire the various tools and supplies we needed to do the deed. Given that our old door was crooked, had a single-pane window, and a 1/2″ gap underneath, it was due. So we got our supplies in order, left our suspension of disbelief at what we would find within the wall at the door, and started hacking away.
Despite our best laid plans and our care in measuring things thoroughly, we had to cut almost everything twice and had to go back to Lowe’s three times for items we forgot or hadn’t anticipated needing. We attempted to mitigate the loss of heat while the opening was gaping by tacking a tarp over the orifice, but the wind seemed to have other ideas – it only seemed to hang down over the opening when one of us was measuring or cutting something from the outer part of the opening (the wind seems to enjoy irony).
Also, regardless of our expectations knowing the age and history of the house, we were continually surprised by what we uncovered beneath the drywall. First was the fact that in place of normal studs we found rough-hewn 4×4 beams (painted white). Next was the apparent framing for an old window above the door where we expected a header … framed with old floor boards. Also a beam that was above the door that we assumed might be load-bearing turned out not to even be strongly attached to anything. And if the choice of lumber wasn’t odd enough, the fact that most of the nails we pulled appeared to have been made by a blacksmith was certainly unexpected.
After spending all day cutting, recutting, rasping, filing, and cutting again, we were finally able to fit the new door into the opening (and after taking it back out of the opening so we could remove the screws that fastened the door to the frame, we were able to put it back in and screwed it in place). And as a result I now have a three early Christmas presents from my parents: a nice new front door, my own reciprocating saw (look out windows – you’re next), and pain and memories to carry me through the holiday season. And eventually I’ll finish the paint and trim around the new door and put my tools away so my entryway and front porch don’t look like a small construction site.
One successfully executed home-improvement project (that I can claim on my taxes in the name of improving energy efficiency) – check!