The bedroom doors are hung and hardware installed. I didn't paint them before hanging because it is too darn cold to be painting outside (see fence below). LOL...
A licensed plumber has visited the hovel, and his words on the hot water heater, were not encouraging. As the water heater is small, old, & lives in a dark cubby under the stairwell it will need replacing down the line. Since it is small it is a special order, I can't just go to HD or the like, and pick one up. And because it is special order, it is of course more $$$$. There is the option of going tankless, but that is more $$$$ yet. His recommendation is to be fast, and live with it, til I can't.
We removed all the flow restrictors, so the water pressure problem has been eliminated.
Today the electricians came to replace the electrical panel, replace a GFI plug in the kitchen, and figure out what was going on with my bedroom heater. I did ask if the door jamb pounding was the cause of the heater not working, and it wasn't. The thermostat had decided to fail, it was replaced and my room is now warm. Tomorrow morning it will be interesting to not have icicles hanging from my bangs when I wake up. The electricians were on time, within the $,$$$ quote, and cleaned up after themselves. Plus, they were friendly, like old pickups, Chris Stapleton music, and answered all my pesky questions. I will tape, texture & paint the places the electricians cut the drywall for the new panel and that can be checked off the long list.
The small back patio has a picket fence around it, a white picket fence. Which really doesn't go with the design of the hovel. I can't afford to replace the fence so I'm painting it Espresso bean. I've done part of it, in near freezing weather, between down pours, because I wanted to see what it would look like.
When the temp gets a touch higher I will finish it. Hopefully this way it will sorta disappear into the landscape instead of standing out like a dirty white petticoat.
Miss B spent a long weekend with her sister & I. It was good to have a house full of kids, with all the loud music, and giggles, and to cook real breakfasts and dinners. The first morning I asked them what they wanted for breakfast. "Oh, we don't usually eat breakfast" they said. Next morning, I put plates & the platter in the oven to warm, fried bacon, cooked eggs, made pancakes, and served fresh berries. They said "Oh, we don't usually eat breakfast"... as they were getting started on second helpings...
Another 1,000 piece puzzle has been started, with good headway made by Miss B while she was here.
There is Lots more to do to the hovel, before I'm willing to call it home...