John’s Ramblings

Unless it is a 1 story rambler built on solid granite in an earthquake free zone (good luck finding that one on Yahoo Real Estate), houses settle. Ours did, somewhere between 1/8 and 1/4 inch. An insignificant amount, really, and it happened before we set foot in the place 12+ years ago.

The “residue” of this action was that the outside doors on the north and south walls (3 of them) were a pain in the ass to open and close. The door to the back yard would stick on the bottom, requiring a 2-hand/1-foot maneuver to open it. The door on the north side of shop/furnace room required a 2-handed-lifting-slam so complex that (apparently) I was the only person qualified to take out the kitchen garbage. The south facing door from the shop was also hard to close, and it scraped across the concrete floor with a metallic grinding that sounded like a million fingernails on blackboards. Consequently, we never used that door.

I have my “handy” moments, but re-alignment of doors while maintaining structural integrity isn’t on my resume, nor did I stay at a Holiday Inn Express. Yesterday, renovator and handyman extraordinaire Geoff Hazel came over to make a little holiday cash straightening out all my doors.

The difference is amazing. It just goes to show that you can put up with some amazingly stupid crap for an indefinite period of time and you never realize just how crappy it was until you don’t have to put up with it anymore.

I’m going to go open and close a few doors now. Maybe later, I’ll ask Terri to take out the trash. Yeah, right.

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