The Gift of Being Well-Hung

[errantember]

For my Mom's birthday, long with a 99.4% humility-free 2-ft square picture of Myself Rampant and multiple plugs for my Mom's 6-ft long silver humming monstrosity, I was asked to replace a door in what *used* to be my bedroom. Behind the "Dreams" poster were two large holes, much too big to repair, and she had purchased a new door with a pre-drilled handle-hole. I'd never hung a door before, but, about three hours later, I had cut the mortises for all the hinges, re-built the frame on one side, hung the new door, re-installed the handle, and adjusted everything back to flush, using only my leatherman, a hammer, a drill, and a few cheap chisels. All it needs is a new coat of paint, which was planned from the beginning. I'm very happy with my increased handiness.

Comments

[spottedvasa.livejournal.com]

That is a good example of awesome things I am useless at; go you!

[errantember.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

Getting better at things like this just requires practice. It's kind of like car maintenance. First you're clueless, then you change a tire, then you change your oil. Next thing you know, you're pulling the engine out of a Metro to do a repair you're just going to have to repeat in a few months.

It's amazing.