My front door was broken. It had been for a couple of months, but I just never got around to dealing with it.
First, the bottom hinge became completely detached from the wall. I could still get it to close and lock, so it was not a high priority.
Then, on Sunday, I was on my way out to attend the Golden Gate Bridge's 75th anniversary celebration when I grabbed the doorknob, and the entire fucking
door fell into me. It was too heavy for me to deal with myself, so I stepped outside, looked left and right, and saw my neighbors were having a barbecue with friends. I went over, (formally) introduced myself and asked for help. Two guys came back with me. They got the door up, but it was askew - the lock didn't align. They said they didn't have time to fix it...they had to get back to the filets they had just put on the grill. I thanked them for their help, but was left with a door that wouldn't close all the way. That evening I came home, somehow got the door to close and was kind of stuck in the house all of the following day (Memorial Day).
Yesterday (Tuesday), I had to leave the house, so I ended up just kind of propping the door against the jamb. I called the day labor program to try to find a handyman, but they were closed, so I rode my bike a few blocks to the corner where guys hang on the corner looking for work. I found a guy, Eduardo, who not only speaks English better than I speak Spanish, he was a carpenter, by trade. Score! He hopped on his bike and rode back with me and completely fixed my door. It's better than it was, before. He even reinforced the wood where the hinges came out. He also gave me his number in case I need anything else fixed (which I do).
This morning I was up bright and early returning the gifts "Meir" bought me. I'd rather have the cash. I had so much fun with him that day last week. It was the most fun I can remember having with him - since we stopped sleeping together. As happy as I was to hang out with him, I can't help but be relieved he's leaving. I'll miss him terribly, but I won't miss the emotional seesaw he has me on since I'm clearly unable to put an end to the seesaw myself.