They Slide! They Slide!
Life can be quite vexing.
We have all experienced difficulties and tragedies.
But, I put forth that there are few things more vexing than having an old house with sliding doors…which don’t slide.
I have been through a lot in life. A lot. Don’t get me started. But, sliding doors which don’t slide is JUST TOO MUCH TO TAKE.
I mean, there are limits to what we must endure. Right?
The Cross House has three pairs of pocket doors. And a single very wide pocket door. Only the pair to the dining room actually opened/closed as intended by God.
The rest? It was like doing battle. Tugging and pulling and sweating and swearing to get them closed.
I simply don’t ascribe to the idea that one should do battle with their old house.
Limits! I have limits!
Last March I reached my limit. I would win the battle. I WOULD WIN!
Except I had no idea of how to win.
The internet saved me.
For, there, I found Stephen Thorp. And Stephen gallantly offered wise strategies for removing the doors (a task which had totally befuddled me) and and and offered to restore the highly damaged wheels.
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