When the spare sons lived with us and were describing some past or present harebrained idea and its results I often used the expression, "I'm sure it seemed like a good idea at the time." It is 11 p.m. Sunday night and I have no bedroom door. No that's wrong, I have two bedroom doors, they are stacked against the walls of the dining room. One has just been removed, the other is stalling the installation by having a frame one inch taller than its buddy in the dining room. Installing it at 9 p.m. seemed like a good idea at the time.
Reed used a reciprocating saw to downsize the header. He said that wouldn't be as messy as the skill saw. Boy am I glad. Half the house needs dusting including a shirt I was planning to return to Kmart, I'd hate to think how messy it would have been with the skill saw. Fortunately I am all practiced up on dusting having just done it Thursday. Lucky for me our company for our Memorial Day barbeque is just my sister and her family, she is not bothered at all by the sight of dust. Another stroke of good fortune is that our son and the dog he is watching for the weekend are at a cabin tonight. And, since it is nighttime, using the dining room table as a work bench is not a problem.
I have learned through the years that for any house, yard or vehicle project I should double both the time and expense estimate. Now I know I should double the mess estimate also. I am very thankful Reed can remodel and is fairly good at cleaning up after himself. I am thankful to have a house that looks nice in spite of the fact that nothing was square or well built. I am thankful I don't have to work early in the morning. Most of all I am thankful I married my "adooring" husband, it seemed like a good idea at the time.
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