“We could probably do that ourselves,” I said as we looked at the rotting screen doors leading to Heidi’s mom’s summer room.
“Really?” Louise asked, since she had just told us that the job would cost her over 500 dollars.
“I think so,” I replied, and whipped out my phone to google the cost of replacement doors. They were 65 bucks each at the local big box home improvement store, and another 50 for delivery, and the three of us headed over there to make arrangements to have them dropped off yesterday so that we could complete the project today.
Later, I was having second thoughts, but by then we were committed. “What are you worried about?” Heidi asked.
“One, things are never as easy as they seem like they will be, and two, your mom is very particular,” I answered.
“I have faith in you Babe,” she said.
Kyle, our nephew, was not so confident, when I mentioned the project while texting him on his birthday. He had a job installing doors a few years ago, so I asked him if he had any advice.
“My advice is to not mess it up,” he wrote. “Damnma will be very angry when they’re crooked.”
This morning we went out to get a couple of last minute supplies; we needed new screws for the hinges we intended to reuse, in case they stripped when removing them, and a thin piece of wood to attach to one of the doors as the center stop. Once back at the house, I gathered the tools and set to work, with Heidi’s assistance and Louise’s oversight.
An hour and a half later? The job was done, and thank goodness! It looked great, and even Kyle thought so.
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