After the 5k and running errands yesterday, Daniel and I began the long, arduous process of replacing the front door (although I thought it would be a piece of cake to hang when we started). Needless to say, it’s now Sunday afternoon, and we still haven’t gotten it hung. I’m pretty sure we’re going to be an exemplary case of “how not to hang a slab door.” (Oh, where to begin: perhaps with the mortises, which we put on the wrong side of the door to start). Not to mention, currently the door is about 1/8 inch too wide, which means it’s back to the chopping block. Thankfully, our good friend Brian is lending a hand. I’m hoping by this evening we’ll have a fully functioning front door.
We’ll see.