For some time wife had wanted me to install a deadbolt lock on our front door. After purchasing all of the necessary hardware and tools (hole saw, etc.), I was ready to go. Since I wanted all of our exterior doors to use the same key, I also had to buy new doorknobs for the front door and garage door. I installed those, then I cut the holes in the door for the deadbolt even with the doorknob so that they would line up. As I install the deadbolt locking mechanism, I notice that things don't seem to line up correctly. As I look closer I realize that the mechanism is about 1/4 of an inch too short to reach the center of the hole - meaning that the hole, even though cut with the same amount of setback as the doorknob hole, is off. This is potentially a $1000 screw-up, as we would have to purchase a new door.
At this point I throw a huge tantrum over how stupid I am, and how stupid the lock company is for putting a doorknob and deadbolt lock together in the same package with different setback distances from the distance from the door, etc., etc., (my middle son came home from school during this rage fest, looked at his mom, and said with a smile, "Ahhhh, good to be home").
After I calm down, I decide to take apart the whole mechanism, and discover that there is a way to change the length of the mechanism to make it centered again (this was nowhere to be found in the instructions, by the way). Big sigh of relief.
After I install the lock, I have to cut the hole in the door jamb for the deadbolt to slide into. I go into the garage to grab a drill bit, where my wife has just pulled out into the driveway to give my daughter a ride somewhere. I come back to the door into the house, and realize it is locked. As is the front door. And the back door. And the new keys are all sitting on the kitchen counter. Another bout of rage at my own stupidity ensues. Fortunately, I am able to catch my wife's attention before she leaves. We call a locksmith, who arrives in about 15 minutes to get us back in the house.
The locksmith was quite amused at our predicament, and complimented me on tackling this job myself instead of spending the $300 to get it done. Of course, I told him that the install was no problem, and that the $95 we spent on having him come and spend 5 seconds breaking into our house was well worth it.
Then the fun part of the day begins. Later in the afternoon, I went on my first road ride of the year - I needed to work off some of the leftover adrenaline from the morning. As it was about 30 degrees and calm, it turned out to be pretty pleasant. I headed out to Sprague by myself, then just as I was turning back onto highway 77 I saw Msgr. Tucker coming south on 77. He turned around at Sprague road and joined me for the ride home - we had a nice chat on the way in. He told me that he is not doing the trainer sessions at his gym anymore, so those interested in the Saturday morning sessions either need to go to one of the health clubs, YMCA's, or to Sidney's sessions. Here is a pic from the ride:
After the ride, we went out to the Dish with some friends (more fun) and had a great meal and some wine. Things are looking up. After dinner, I had a gig at the Zoo Bar - more good fun, but also a very physical, demanding gig that required me to be on my feet for 4 1/2 hours (after my first 25 mile ride of the year). By the end of the gig at 12:30, I was pretty tired, and I was tired an a little sore all day Sunday. Here is a picture of what the Zoo Bar looks like when you are a trumpet player relegated to the back of the bandstand:
So, how was your weekend?