A few days I woke up early to bring out the trash and noticed the door frame in the entry leading down to the basement was all gouged out. I came stomping up the stairs yelling, “What the heck are doing ruining 18th-century molding?” I knew I had heard him downstairs late that night making some kind of mess and I was rather annoyed.
As Greg explains he was removing the rot. The wood was so soft that the door would never hang. My rebuttal, “Well we never open that door and don’t you think it’s better to preserve it?” Anytime I want to fix something he always throws the preservation zinger in my face. Yes, I was acting childish but it felt the right moment to throw it back at him. I asked, “What are you gonna do fill it with wood putty?” You hear the annoyance in my voice but I’ve become extremely frustrated with the picking and picking of every project. To him it will never be perfect…The den molding we’ve been painting; He decided to re-sand a few spots and fill with putty because the gouges were annoying him. In my head I’m screaming, Just finish a damn project!!!
The damage has been done to the door frame and now we need to come up with a solution. He removed the molding covering the top of the rotted frame. The wood is one solid piece extending the whole width of the wall. I guess we cut out the rot wood and replace it with a new piece. Hopefully, once the jam is painted and the door rehung with HL hinges we’ll hardly notice the difference.
Ah the trials of a house renovation…