surgical tender_square tyler pried the trim away from the frame, exposing the wooden studs beneath and the shims between them. he carved into the wall with a reciprocating blade that made toddler wails seem tame by comparison. (so much for applying for jobs while he was fixing the door.) "part of the reason why it wouldn't close was the hinges," he said. and he lined them to the outer edge so their metal knuckles wouldn't get in the way. fortunately, the frame still needed to be planed for the door to kiss closed, my distress call was not for naught. i offered a wastepaper basket and hand broom for the sawdust shed, the bits of splintered wood. tyler stitched the frame back together without leaving so much as a scar in the white paint. 230310 what's it to you? who go blather from