We need, most simply, some work on our door. We thought, gee, we need some ventilation in the kitchen. What about a half light vent door, qv, which would solve everything.

Found one, in budget, at Home Depot. Ordered same. 30.00 for guy to come out and measure. Ok, he can’t come until our regular dinnertime—turns up an hour late, our supper is fresh bread, so, y’know, that was annoying. But we coped. He says he needs to do a little trim at the top.

Well, we get the call to come in and pay for the door. And it’s 300.00 to get this guy to remove the frame and door, 20.00 to get him to haul the old door away, 20 more dollars to have him nail our trim back on, and 65.00 to cut that top opening a little higher.

We walked. They had the order written up, and charged us too much for the door and claimed they couldn’t change it because they have a DOS system for orders and it can’t be changed. So we told them, in essence, “Bye. We don’t appreciate this. And we’re going.”

We went over to Lowe’s, who also have a door (different brand)—and they can’t trim the inch off the top, because it requires a work permit and they don’t do that. If we do the trim, they can do it.

Well, heck, say I, why don’t we just hang a new door in the old frame? Why don’t we get a wooden door and trim it until it fits? I helped my dad plane ordinary wooden slab doors until they fit, back in the day. I got to where I was pretty good at it. I’ve drilled holes for the lock mechanism. This is not rocket science.

Now, I am informed, a door has to flex in its mounting, hence the doors now coming pre-hung, and needing a larger hole than you would think and the shims make it fit—you know the suction a door can get in the whole house when it slams: it does need that flex. But—the extant frame is up, and works. The hinges, yes, can be unmounted from the extant door and (doh!) put on the new one. What we really need is a door, not the whole thing. And we don’t need a 400.00 handyman to mount an under-200.00 door.

So we conclude that we should go to a place called The Ugly Duck, which sells distressed, overstock, odd lots and whatnot lumber, doors, windows, flooring. It’s a very bare bones warehouse which buys cheap and sells raw stuff, and if we can get a halflight vent door either pre-hung or not, we’re going to do it ourselves.

Meanwhile we’re tracking a mysterious crackle in the kitchen wiring, which we may have isolated to the heater in the bichir tank on the kitchen counter—that one has us spooked. We have sequentially unplugged the coffee pot, the cats’  water fountain, the tank pump, the left and right Sea Swirl water movement rotation devices in the marine tank, and we have now turned off the air filters, trying to track this down. We’re afraid to leave the house for any prolonged time until we can get this one solved.