Our front door was framed near the turn of last century.It was sized just right, until the advent of King-sized mattresses, Costco overstuffed furniture, or in our case, industrial sized refrigerators.We drove over to Mill Work Outlet, a family run door supplier, and searched for a wider style.To correctly hang the door, Clint and I stood on either side of it, and moved shimming pieces for the right adjustment.It was a humbling communication experiment.A job that we planned for ten minutes turned into hours of back and forth directions.We were an inefficient yet successful team!
When Mallory was asked why he climbed Mt. Everest, he quipped, “because it was there.” That’s not nearly as poetic as our housing venture, but it seems just as challenging to Clint and me. The vintage 1914 home was purchased at the height of the housing bubble—smart, we know. It is an ugly duckling home, but on its way up the amphibian hierarchy. I am setting a fairly optimistic goal of completing the remodel in 52 weeks. Friends and family insist that while it is my journal, it’s a goal imposed on Clint, as he is the one doing most of the work. This is a minor detail, and I see it as fulfilling my role as personal motivational speaker. So, with 6 months of matrimony under our belts, and 2010 spread before us, we begin our journey.
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