I installed what may well be the worlds most crooked door today. It is a masterpiece of use what you have on hand carpentry, with the door itself being very old, found in the shed I demolished several years ago, covered in dingy white paint, with one pane of glass (or, rather, plexiglass) missing and rusted, bent hinges. It is attached to an un-square, slightly out of level post and is much, much to small for the opening it fills, so it is bordered on three sides with bits of wood I found laying about. Hopefully soon I`ll find some sort of latch, and won`t have to wedge it shut with a folded up paper bag.
But, for all that, it is beautiful, and closes off the pantry room (formerly the kitchen, but in too close contact with the outside world to be comfortable as such, what with the bare earth in one corner) from the kitchen, and closes out a great many drafts. Plus, it closes in heat, or will soon, once the new woodstove is installed. We got as far as the inside section of the chimney today. The new woodstove is the focal point of the new living room, which is really the doma earthen floor room cleaned out and assigned a purpose loftier than spot to stash stuff with no other home. And - better still - the same woodstove will provide heat to the upstairs formerly silk-worm room turned bedroom. Happy, warm winter days are on their way.
