Perhaps not as poetic as "cellar door", but wonderful none the less.
Weekend before last, we hung the much-anticipated screen door. Oh, how wonderful it was to have the fresh morning breeze slip through the door while I sipped my morning coffee. The screen door was very long in coming because we have a slightly unusually sized door and we really wanted an old-fashioned wooden door and not an aluminum one. That meant, of course, that it was another do-it-yourself project. Elie assesmbled and painted the frame very quickly, but it sat as a UFO for a few weeks because the screens were a pain in the but to get in and then after the first one was in, there was some reminaing moulding needed that was always failing to come home from Lowes. So I finally just stapled the screening to the door. Pretty? No. Highly functional? Yes.
Now, Saturday night some spry young kitty boy, probably the neighborhood's new cat in town, decided that he wanted to visit my porch. And after seeing Edgar at the screen, he decided that our house looked like a good place for cats, and he pushed through the screen. Oh, the horror! (As the little beast weaseled his way in, I scooped him up and said, "Sorry, Charlie," so Beebs has taken to calling him Charlie.) So I had to close the door, and it's still closed. Bummer.