Today I took advantage of my enforced vacation and decided to fix one of my house’s screen doors.
Fix as in “use tools in an intelligent and productive manner”.
Well, it was a good idea. Noble, even.
I wouldn’t say the venture was a failure. I did, in fact, fix the damage that I had set out to fix. The screen no longer has a hole in it. So that’s pretty nice.
It’s possible that the rest of the door, the part that needed no alterations, might be a tiny bit different than it was when I started. Not a lot. Just a wee bit less… nice. Not destroyed, mind you. Just different. You might say that I managed to move the damage around. Sort of like one of those sliding-tile jigsaw puzzles. It used to be a picture of a door with a torn screen; now it’s a picture of a door with a pristine screen and slightly less pristine moulding around the screen.
The good news is that this was a trial run for fixing the other door. Now I know where I’m likely to go wrong. So that’s a win, right?
There’s a reason I became a theorist. I have no practical skills whatsoever.