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Hm. Yes ladder. Time...considering a few hours ago I wasn't really considering replacing the windows...as much as possible :s Weepholes make sense to me, at least for the bottom pane on the opening windows... But not so much on the top panes or the middle static window. Still possible to do Don't mind my rube Goldberg device to collect the drip lol. Two hinges or three First you need to get all the hinges installed and lined up, and the door swinging freely. Remember the pins in all the hinges have to all be exactly in-line, or else the door will bind.
And you need a consistent gap around the 4 sides of the door. When you got that all set, then we worry about latching. If it latches properly too, great. If it doesn't latch, then move the strike plate on the door. Don't be moving hinges trying to get the latching working properly. +1 on some Bondo to clean up the oversize hinge mortises.
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