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September 27, 2004

Bend and Stretch

Yesterday (and a bit of the day before) I cemented my dadly old-mandom.

I put up a door.

It used just about every single tool I owned, and quite a few that I didn't.
It also pulled just about every muscle I knew about, and quite a few I didn't.

But today, bruised and aching, I feel part of a special secret club. There is carpentry in my house that is mine and mine alone, and that works as though it was supposed to be there. Where I planed off that corner that stuck, and chiseled out the grooves for the hinges. Mwahahaha...

Shame I can't convince the cats to use their new catflap though - it's held open with masking tape and thereby negating the whole draught-stopping exercise.

(Two tips: 1. Immediately make yourself some little wedges to balance the door on, it makes the minute adjustments to get it to line up much easier. 2. You'll be amazed just how little blade needs to stick out of a plane, and how often you'll need to sharpen it. Particularly if you got a cheap one like me.)

Posted by Tom Dolan at September 27, 2004 10:28 PM

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It's a huge ordeal to confront. It's not like you can build up to it slowly by making Ikea furniture and later putting up shelves. It's a special DIY nightmare nothing can prepare you for. It's a personal Normandy each man must eventually face, especially if you need a catflap. Well done.

Posted by: tim at September 28, 2004 09:35 AM

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