It’s Miller Time
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On second thought, no… eeew. Not miller time. 
I put a door up this weekend.
You might think that with a growing ten year old girl in the house that I might have considered a door before now. Well, we’ve been arguing with her over keeping her room clean versus getting a door. You know, treating the door like a carrot to get her to clean her damn room.
Naw, a door’s not a carrot.
It’s also a symbol of growing up. We’re going to have to trust her, there behind her door. I’m sure we now live in a house where there’s a door-slamming nigh-teenager. But if I put a door on her room, then I guess it’s her door and she can slam it if she wants.
We’ve been stressed (as always; when aren’t we stressed?) over money. Well, I got the door out of the garage. It turns out it was this door and it was in baaaaaaad sheep. I sanded it down ( yeah, I actually ran a power tool ) and put wood putty in the holes and the gouge that the washing machine left ( yeah, I know what wood putty is ) and then I sanded down the wood putty ( yes, mom, I can even remember to do that ). I painted it with some primer we had in the garage, and then found a gallon bucket of ten year old paint that we used on our white walls. When I opened it up, it was totally separated; I thought that it was mold, but it turned out to be fine. Fred Meyers’ was nice enough to shake it up for me. I painted it, then … get this– I’ve been watching too much DIY tv! — I sanded down where I ran the paint into drips and repainted those spots!!
We picked up some hardware from the Rebuilding Center. Ms B was totally awesome at picking out the hardware. I expected to be there for at least an hour but she walked in and knew exactly what we needed and where to get it. I hung the door tonight and swung it back and forth- it’s a door!
Well, it doesn’t latch yet. But that’s ok; it means that she can’t lock us out. But that’ll be done “real soon” too.
And then I put this pink hibiscus on the corner of the inset of the door.
