how you know you’re loved

i don’t know if you watched the tour of my house, but if you did you might have noticed the bane of my life.  the basement door.  when the house was built there was no drywall in the basement, just bare concrete.  when the time came to make the world a better place, they discovered the door was too close to the wall to allow the sheetrock and door to coexist peaceably.  so they notched the sheetrock around the hinges of the door and were very pleased with themselves.  this was unbearable.  but what was i to do?  it was a “irresistible force meets immovable object” kind of situation.  naturally, you could always make the door smaller.  but husband, whose task it is to move steelcase desks and washing machines into the basement, would not allow for this simple solution.  that is why they make concrete saws.  and dads.


my mom was instructing the boys in how to get their tree house built, “well, what you do is call your grandad.  cry a little bit and say, ‘but grandad, it’s my last chance!’ and he will jump in his car and drive 7 hours, just for you.”  …because we all know you just can’t live without molding all the way around your door.  it’s true.


here are the women and children holed up in the back bedroom.  it’s amazing the kind of noise, dust and fumes that a concrete saw produces.  they sealed off the area in the basement with plastic, but i couldn’t tell that it did one bit of good.  also, i think this picture of my husband pretty much sums up his sentiments on the matter.  he has all kinds of advice for young people about where hormones can lead a person.  and it’s not at all where they hoped.  a sick twisted world indeed.


but i think gideon will be more keen on home improvements.  here he is helping uncle reuben lower the bathroom door.  uncle reuben also thinks i am crazy.  fortunately no one can resist my persuasive charms and the bathroom door is in fact lowered.  it had to match the laundry room door, they were side by side.  it was only natural.  some people just don’t have logical minds and that is all there is too it.


gideon was all fascination.  he spent the longest time pulling nails out of boards with his new hammer and measuring things with his tape measure.  ah, a man after my own heart.  he says when he gets big he will fix my house for me.  this makes me glad.


on the left is the basement door itself (evil, horrible door).  and marc chiseling the rest of the concrete because the step was in the way of the saw for the last six inches.  the sad thing is that door isn’t actually in yet.  or in right, that is.  after painfully drilling through the concrete with a hammer drill and mounting the door into the wall again, i blithely pointed out to marc that he didn’t leave room for the door to open over the soon to be installed carpet and pad.  unfortunately i didn’t get a picture of the look he gave me at that point and the door remains the same.


same with the bedroom door.  i had my dad rip it out too.  it was next to the bathroom door and once the bathroom door was lowered it made the bedroom door look too tall.  the bathroom/laundry room doors were really low to allow for drywalling over the ductwork.  the bedroom door on the other hand was made for people who have to sew their own pants and buy shoes online.  it was really a terrible and glaring discrepancy.  there was no choice.  only they didn’t have a chance to finish and now said door is hanging out in the hall.


i’m sure hubby will get right on it.  (he does have my deepest sympathies, i assure you.  i wouldn’t want to be married to me either.)


5 Responses to “how you know you’re loved”

  1. 1 Jessica February 23, 2009 at 12:57 pm

    Aw what a wonderful husband and gift to you!

    Husbands never look any more handsomer than when they hold their darling offspring at least that is what I have always thought.

    Oh and now I know that I am not the only woman who would never want to be married to herself. I have always felt bad for my dear Andrew. What they have to put up with! 😉

  2. 2 Banana February 23, 2009 at 2:19 pm

    You have a very loving family! I’m not sure I could get mine to do that. 😉

  3. 3 grandma and granddad February 23, 2009 at 6:33 pm

    we enjoyed every minute of our stay. wish we had more time. i always tell miranda how lucky she is to have loving in-laws and parents to do her bidding. family ties are really what it is all about. we call work play. we also enjoyed our walk up the basin. boy and girl fix us interesting food and wonderful adventures to top everything off.

  4. 4 Gayla February 24, 2009 at 10:34 am

    I think you are way too picky. You ought to live with Ric for a while. He is a pickiness eradicator.

  5. 5 Christina Wall February 26, 2009 at 8:09 pm

    You always sound so busy!!!

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