During my recent bout with a stubborn sinus infection, Clint brought home soup, flowers, and a promise to close off our bedroom with a door. That weekend, we drove down to Second Use. This warehouse sells everything from 50s-era public school drinking fountains to wooden Starbucks kiosks. With measurements in hand, we found a Craftsman-style door in its original frame. We bought five of them for other rooms needing a little privacy. We asked about special deals, and it was buy 4, get the 5th for regular price. Feeling rather confident with our doors, we drove home. Clint installed one in the bedroom and we marveled at the benefits of enclosed spaces. In our zealous door buying, however, we neglected doorknobs. For the next week, a screwdriver was inserted and skillfully twisted to allow exiting privileges. The rest of our house resembles the chaos of scattered life-size Legos, so that wasn't a problem. We purchased crystal doorknobs the next week and spent a good portion of our evening opening and closing. Luxury is relative.
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