With Kara coming home in a couple of weeks, there's work to be done. Almost more work than I care to think about. But it's all good.
The first task I wanted to finish was the office door project, begun back in (gasp!) February. The reality is that the new door looks just like the old one, except that it is actually an entry door with weather stripping all around it. The new door does a great job at protecting the rest of the house from the odors of printing technology. What happens in the office, stays in the office.
The office door has been so successful, in fact, that we've decided to replace the door to Kara's room so she can use it instead of sealing it off and climbing in and out through the window. And if the new door had glass in it, she wouldn't always feel like a prisoner in her room. Sounds like a good idea.
The problem is that the bedroom door (like the office door) is 30" wide, and standard exterior doors come in either 32" or 36" widths. The office door was a special order, which took several weeks to arrive. With the bedroom door, we don't have that kind of time.
So on Monday, I set off to Lowe's to explore my options. As I expected, they had a bunch of 32" doors, but no 30". Before resigning myself to the task of reframing the door to take one of the 32 inchers, I humbled myself sufficiently to break one of the cardinal rules of manhood and ask someone for help.
The man looked through all of the doors that I had just spent twenty minutes searching, confirming my reason for not wanting to ask in the first place. But then he surprised me by walking over to a cart full of damaged and returned doors.
There on the rack was a 30" Jeld-Wen steel exterior door with full-length glass and integrated blinds between the panes. Special order return. Half price.
I called Kara, and she immediately began to cry. She sees this door, along with many other things that have happened in the last few weeks, as a true miracle.
I think I have to agree.