Whomp rattle rattle. If you've been to my house you'll recognize that noise. Even the neighbours have commented. It's the front door closing. You had to whomp it to get it to close and then the single pane sidelights on either side would rattle like glasses in the cupboard during an earthquake. The rattle part was worsened after the barbeque rolled through one of the sidelights in a windstorm.
Look closely: the two didn't even match, a patch job to get us by. A shame for one who used to work in the glass business. Such is life for the shoemaker's children, sporting sole worn boots. Don't mind the lack of drywall, actually plaster over plywood, the demolition was in progress so I quickly grabbed my camera lest history be quickly forgotten:
A few hours and a home renovation tax credit later:
It still needs staining – my job, but now it closes with a solid woosh, so sealed it is, that the pressure nearly makes my ears pop.
Life's a Stitch 
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