I’ve made some changes in my life and, frankly, I’m struggling to become accustomed to a few of them. For instance, I keep forgetting that I don’t have to use a knife to open the door that leads from my garage to my house.
Allow me to explain.
As is usually the case when things go wrong, this story stems from me just trying to make do. This time I continued to make do with a loose door knob. Every time I went in and/or out of that door, I said to myself, “Self, this door knob gets looser every day. Perhaps, you should be proactive and replace it before it just falls off.”
But then I would remind myself that it’s ineffective to fix something that’s not broken. And, technically, the door knob wasn’t broken.
Well, it wasn’t until the day off it fell into the floor.
At that point, I looked on the bright side. At least the dead bolt still worked.
Of course, on the not-so-bright-side, the latch remained intact. That meant I needed to figure out a way to rig the latch so I could get in and/or out of the door.
Luckily for me, I’ve learned a thing or two from making do over the years. For instance, I’ve learned that a butter knife serves as a multi-purpose tool. Thus, I retrieved one from the kitchen and inserted it into the latch until the lock opened. I realized that as long as I didn’t slam the door, said butter knife would stay in place, allowing me to open and/or close the door.
Except for forgetting to gently close the door on occasion, my invention and I co-existed peacefully for months.
At this point, you might be wondering why it took me months to pick up a door knob at the home improvement store. I’ll have you know that I was in possession of a new knob within days. Now, if you’re also wondering why I didn’t replace the knob within days, you’re obviously a first-time reader of this-here blog. I might be able to invent my own door knob out of a butter knife, but I don’t possess the skill set to install simple machines.
Thus, I had to wait until a certain somebody finally found the time to install it for me.
Thankfully, the time came, and my door now features a shiny new knob.
It’s lovely, but I had gotten so used to making do with the butter knife/latch that the sight of the knob continues to catch me by surprise.
As a side note, a certain somebody ripped off my towel rack in a fit of roid rage. So, my days of making do are not yet behind me.
This post originally appeared in the Appalachian News-Express.