Trevor the Handyman

Our front door has been broken for... years.

A metal piece on the bottom caught the rug to wipe your feet and became bent, 

constantly grabbing at the carpet. We had to yank the door and the rug apart for many months. 

Because that's easier than fixing the door.

Which is tall and heavy and seemingly impossible to pull off its hinges, right?

Like rocket science.

Eventually the metal became so contorted, it stripped a screw and soon was hanging off the door and literally scraping across the tile every time we opened and shut it.

But we put up with it for months--or years. 

Again, because we weren't sure how to fix it or who to call 

and it all just seemed too hard.

(Actually, we did call the door company, but they ignored us.)

Well, in November someone in the ward posted a notice about handyman services.

And then in December our alarm has been beeping incessantly about a disconnected sensor in "back door" (we have like 10), and low battery in the sensor of the mudroom door (we have three and none of them require a battery) and the solution from the the manual was to call the rep.

Guess what? Yeah, the company is out of business.

So with the alarm beeping at 8 a.m every morning through the day until 9 p.m.

(Dan was able to figure out how to change the times because it beeped at 3:00 a.m. for a week),

 and the front door scraping, 

and all the other little jobs that could no longer be ignored,

I called the handyman and Dan hunted down an alarm company.

Today Trevor the handyman showed up. He's actually a handyboy.

Maybe he's 20 years old.

But he was able to do everything on my list from fixing leaky faucets and tightening the handles,

replacing plumbing fixtures for the cuter ones I bought a long time ago but then realized would require patchwork and paint. He reattached broken doorknobs and 

fixed the hinges on the broken trap door in the basement,

figured out a solution for the exposed electrical plates inside my closet 

and even hung some pictures. 

And he fixed the broken front door! 

I don't know how he did it, but single handedly he took it off its hinges, laid it on the ground and screwed everything back in place, adding more screws for good measure, and banged at the lip to reshape it so it wouldn't catch anymore.

And just like that, a whole list of projects is completed!

Man, I can't get enough of how nice it is to have the front door fixed!

(And I sent his number to a group of friends, because everyone needs a Trevor!)

It's 6* outside but the sun is shining and the view from inside is beautiful!