May They Rest in Peace - the saga of the doors

Ah, Yes...the doors, I remember them well. I fantasized about the prospective buyers walking through the door and seeing the wonderful 6-panel doors and exclaiming "Why, (gasp) they've updated EVERYTHING!" (stand still for moment in amazement.) But it was not meant to be apparently. The doors have left the building....I repeat! The doors have left the building.

After hauling them onto a cart (with great effort) stacking them in the car (with great effort) hiring my sons to help me haul them into the condo (with great effort) we discovered that they don't fit EXACTLY and would have to be custom fit (did I mention GREAT EFFORT!!!!!) at about $100 per door or hours and hours (times four of course) of work on our part. I about broke down when I had to give up my doors. So guess what took me two trips to two home improvment stores? Oh, yeah. I forgot about the one that had a dent and I had to exchange...that one went back too. Did I mention I almost had another nervous breakdown?

Anyway, my mom helped me paint the orphan doors that I had luckily saved on the patio. She still has wisps of white on the tips of her hair. Maybe they'll be gone by Thanksgiving. Actually they look pretty good (the doors, not the wisps) and should go in rather easily. (Knock on Luan).

Lesson Learned:

Save things from the home that aren't in bad condition in case you run out of money. Things like towel bars, heat vents, lights and things like that might come in handy when the money is running out.

Behr paint must be good because it's stayed in Mom's hair through several washings.