You know how things are just harder to do in an old house? Natalie and I once again proved it, replacing a door latch for the door to the back yard – just a complete comedy of errors with us starring as the clowns.
It was so bad I had to write it down…
- Door jam broke – like decided not to participate anymore — got the door open through a miracle
- Went to Town and Country – it was 6:59 – the guy at the door said we close at 7 you are too late
- Went to ace – got new jam – 12 bucks
- Brought jam back and recruited Natalie to read the tiny print on the box
- Discovered the door knob may be original with the house in 1974
- Lets just say the shape of the thing that pushed through the latch was a suggestion of what it might be
- Finally got the deformed post through the latch
- Discovered that the inner knob was bent
- The screws had to be put in at angles that required a witch doctor flown up from Haiti
- Finally got them in – sent the witch doctor on his way
- Realized we put it in backwards
- Took it apart again narrowly avoiding losing a screw to the air conditioning vent
- Much smoother this time except now the inner door knob would not go all the way on – we must have bent something the last time
- We once again prove that Jesus is real, as he took pity on us and informed us that the little lock thing had to be exactly parallel to the ground for it to go all the way in
- One witch doctor with screws later the latch is replaced and the door works – well except when you turn the knob there is a little bit of a crunching feeling but I think that is just the character of the house
— EZ Peasy right?