I had a small fit of giggles, while Lee groaned and told me he didn’t know if he could fix it. I helpfully (and hopefully) suggested that we could go buy a new door but that didn’t seem to fly. Don’t get me wrong. I know a new front door is in my future, but we are trying to hang off until we get most of the major house repairs done. That way we don’t have to worry about dinging it accidentally. The previous ghetto door repair was done immediately after we moved in. Basically, you could have sneezed on it and it would have broke open.
Now it’s fixed again, but it closes too tight. Lee needs to hunt up his hand plane and shave off some of the upper corner. He just moved the hinge–no fancy pants recessed chiseling going on here. Goodness, this door can’t get any more disreputable.