Shut The Front Door

Except that it’s not really the front door. It’s really the door leading into the house from the garage. But that wasn’t very catchy. 

Regardless, it’s not the location of the door that was at issue, but the size. 

The door leading to the wheelchair ramp, was unfortunately, too small. We either needed to reverse the way it swung or get a new door. 

Ultimately, we opted for a  wider door.

A wider door equaled a weekend project and, became, rather unintentionally, a group participation event.

My husband provided the labor.

The neighbors came by, checking on all the banging and offering their help. 

Luk Chaai made a sign reminding us all not to go past the plastic (if only the wind had listened). He also sat in the garage, in both appropriate and inappropriate places, and kept up a steady stream of questions.

Ying did a bit of hammering on an adjoining wall, and fully intact, wall.

At one point she pronounced herself “swea-shy,” and we convinced her to call it a day.

No such entreaties were made of her much “swea-shy” father.

Minus some drywall patching that still needs to be done, the door is ready.

Everyone is understandably proud of their contribution.

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Two additional tidbits:

- You need an RX for the ramp if it’s going through insurance.

- We are going to add a magnetic door stop, so that no one will need to hold the door open for Ying.

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