Whereupon Daddy Breaks the House
2005 July 1
So my mother was kind enough to buy us a set (is that how you’d refer to it/them?) of french patio doors (actual doors may differ from image presented here). We’ve always wanted to tear out the dining room window and install a door, then build a concrete patio in the backyard (I prefer a patio over a deck - don’t ask me to explain why). Well, thanks to the generosity of my mother, we have the door.
Too bad I haven’t the foggiest idea of how to install one.
Fortunately, I have a couple of friends who’ve built ENTIRE HOMES on their own, and one of them apparently has nothing better to do this weekend than to tear into my load-bearing exterior wall (I say that for Matt’s sake). Thanks now to that friend’s incredible offer, we’ll be working on the installation over the holiday weekend.
Stay tuned for photo updates of the progression, along with any Daddy injury reports (which would come from Alex, who lives for that - you’ll have to read his archives once we get them up to understand).