We have been laying tile in a 40' x 20' room. My hands hurt. My knees hurt. My bend-over hurts. And we only have half the room done. Once we got near the front door, we realized that the tile was too tall. The door would not open. So, in the middle of tiling, we had to stop and take out the door and raise it up. That was a pain in the butt, but not literally. The door came all apart when we tried to take it out. You know those questions the wife asks: Honey, did you get all the screws out? Then the husband gives the wife the "Do you think I'm stupid" look. Of course, it turns out that he was stupid. There was a screw or two holding the door in place so that when you beat on it, it stuck tight. The wife was smart enough not to point this out. It could've happened to anyone. It did make for a mess, but we gotter' put back together and put back in place. All's good.
While the door was in pieces (not like when you see them whole and ready-to-hang at Lowes), I was reminded of working with my dad years ago. You see, this is not my first house or my first door. We built on to our house in Questa. My dad loved to come over and work with me - it was his summer project. One day, he brought us this wonderful old Dutch door from an estate sale. It was big and heavy with lots of funky things and funky latches. The top half had a small window. I really liked it and thought it would make a great front door. I worked all summer on that door - stripping the paint, sanding, replacing broken bits.etc. We eventually hung it, but it was never quite right. I remember opening the top half during the day to let in sun and air while the kids did school. But opening the whole door was tricky. Usually, I had to motion and yell through the little window for people to go to the side door if they wanted in. We truly tried to make the door work. One day, Dad came over and saw me working on the door again. He said these words to live by" Ya know, you can't make chicken salad out of chicken shit.
Thank you, Daddy. The door came down and was given to a neighbor to fret over. We replaced the door with a ready-to-hang door with a big window. It was not nearly so funky as the Dutch door, but it worked so much better. And all was good.