This past weekend, my interior designer/product specialist Angela had to travel to her daughter-in-law’s home four hours away to help her repair a few things around the house before she moved from there.
One such repair involved replacing an interior door. Earlier in the week, Angela told me about the upcoming trip and tasks and asked me if we could go over the details involved in replacing a door because she and her daughter-in-law were planning to tackle the project, and neither of their husbands would able to be with them.
Spoiler alert – after the project was over and pictures were sent to me over the phone text, I wondered what did that matter, they had this; although I must admit, my chauvinistic side had its doubts.
The week was extremely busy. and, before we knew it, it was approaching 5 p.m. on Friday afternoon, and we hadn’t thought anymore about the tools or instructions she would need.
She came in my office and said, “I’m about to leave, can you instruct me on how to replace that door?”
At that moment, I felt really bad that we had not been able to prepare any better than this and realized as well that we would have to travel across town to the tool trailer to get the tools she would need to carry with her.
As we stood in the tool trailer gathering things like the door slab stabilizer stand, the 2?-inch hole saw, the 1-inch hole saw, the router for mortising out the hinges and strike bolt, the hinge screw centering drill bit, etc., I would tell her each step in the process, as she would respond like; “uh-huh, yep, OK.”
Little did I realize, she was soaking it all up and storing it in her steel trap mind, unlike the hundreds of times I’ve done that with men while they respond; “uh-huh, yep, OK” only to call me later and ask, “what did you say about such-’n’-such?”
She gathered the information like she gathered the tools, in a flash and in a hurry and took off toward Wilmington, N.C.
As the next day unfolded, I would receive a text with a picture attached with one step down and another step to be conquered.
A little later, that step conquered with another picture sent either for approval or proof, I don’t know which one, but it was amazing to watch the precision in which she conquered those steps in the process.
At one time before they started, her daughter-in-law expressed that she was nervous about taking on this project, but Angela’s response was, “We can do this.”
In a short while, they had it all complete with the lockset closing properly and took one final picture of the finished project and texted it over. It looked great.
A short time later, she texted me a short note and a picture along with it that said, “Do you have an article on how to fix this?”
I was busy with something when the text came in, and I didn’t look at the picture and thought she was referring to the interior door replacement, so I responded, “Why do you need the article; you’ve already completed the task?”
She texted back and said, “No, look close; this is what happened to the front door while we were working on the interior door!”
Now folks, I’ve had continuations of lengthy articles before, but I don’t believe I’ve ever written a cliff hanger; but I think I’m going to have to here because what happened to that front door is another article in itself.
So I will conclude the story next week.
JD Norris is the owner/operator of DreamMaker Bath&Kitchen and a certified S.C. Master Builder, certified “Aging in Place” Specialist and certified Green Professional.
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