So We Traded An Oven For A Door?

Good news - bad news. 

Good news is the oven was delivered early. They guaranteed it by October 1st. It came this morning. No installation, just a pair of boxes in the way.

Bad news is there was a loud "crack" when it came through the front door, suspended on a pallet, tilted back on two wheels, up and over the threshold and twisted a bit too soon, before it was in all the way. Now the wooden front door, the only thing separating us from today's 109 degrees since our other front door is a hardware cloth kind of screen, great for security but no insulating value whatsoever, no longer closes enough to offer even that . Our wood door kinda goes into its slot, but the top leans toward the inside and the bottom - well, I first had to move its bottom trim strip over toward the hinge side so it would close at all, because it stuck way out past the frame, but only just barely closes. The combination, even after Rich worked on it for about 15 minutes before he ran out of ideas, leaves the front door unable to latch. The merest hint of a breeze, even the neighbor's sneeze from across the street, I'm sure, blows it back open. You can almost see the money pouring through the gap.

We can't locate exactly what cracked. Just the result. We thought one of the rubber wedges we own would keep it closed. Nope. I thought about duct tape, but am loath to leave behind all the adhesive marks either as an add-on or a paint remover. So right now there's a gallon plastic bottle of weed killer which sits behind it on the floor as a barrier to its opening more than a fraction. Still, our 81 degrees is flowing out and the 109 degrees is muscling its way in. When it's time to carry out the garbage or get in the car or whatever, it's now a hike out the back patio door, through the fence gate, and on into the front yard. Need I add, shoes definitely required?

THANKS WAYFAIR!

Not.