Confession: I am really, really good at providing problems. Solutions, not so much.
I’m always falling in love with doors–some of them in literature, some on other people’s houses. I am scheming ways of quietly removing two chipped pale blue ones from a neighbor’s domicile as we speak. Did I say that out loud? Anyway, I fell in love with another this summer: a beautiful piece of our falling-down shed.
(I am detecting a lot of falling in this post. Must be the time of year.)
I painted the door and distressed it. I badly wanted to permanently attach it to our dining room wall, with a Bible verse.
Look! I stand at the door and knock. If you hear my voice and open the door, I will come in, and we will share a meal together as friends. Revelation 3:20
After all this, we now come to the point:
The door weighs many pounds.
Unmountable, says the man of the house.
So here it stands. We fervently hope that whatever the leaves and the shed and the heart of a woman are doing, the door itself will not be falling anytime soon. It would leave a dent.
Here it stands, currently upside down, because the rough-edged bottom boards (which I love–there is a lot of love in this post too) cannot support their own weight. Mucho problemo.