I’m spoiled. I admit it. And one of the things I enjoy spoiling myself with is my heated attached garage. Although the stairs to go down to it are a killer, I have not had to clean snow off my car, sit my fanny down on a freezing seat when leaving, use an umbrella, or walk through yard muck in spring; the remote controls allow me to stay in my vehicle while opening or closing the electric doors. Because it’s a double garage, Karen, too, has space to bring her car inside. Also, because it’s a double garage, it is full of all sorts of extra ‘stuff’, some mine, some Karen’s, some stored for my kids and/or grandkids, and some I can’t remember to whom it belongs or how it got here. It is so FULL! That’s what caused the problem.
The controls are attached on the walls on the sides of each door. There is a huge table just near the entrance, loaded with all kinds of things, and it restricts easy access for someone coming in the pedestrian admittance, or bringing up armloads of firewood. More than once I have accidently hooked the control myself while passing, and I KNOW it is there. When the doors stopped working, those mechanisms were the first thing I checked. The wires allowing them to work were broken, probably pulled apart accidently by a passing body. We were going to be parking outside until it could be repaired.
I didn’t call the Door Doctor immediately; any extra in my budget was put aside for squirrel removal, which I deemed more important. That plan fell through, as explained in a former blog, so yesterday, looking out and seeing my truck COVERED with heavy snow, I contacted said Door Doctor. To my surprise, he showed up maybe 2 hours later because he was in the area and his office had given him the order. Kool! But…there was a couple of feet of snow in my driveway (the plow contract finished at the end of March) and he got stuck. Very stuck. Stuck enough that it took him a good half hour to get unstuck, and then he couldn’t make it all the way up my hill, so he parked at the bottom and walked the rest of the distance. Love that man!! Within another 45 minutes he had temporary repairs completed, ordered whatever he needed to come back and finish the job, and it was a push of the remote button for ‘Open Sesame’!
When he left, I did the minimum snow cleaning (windshield) and drove into the shelter; the rest would melt. In my defense, I was wearing winter boots but was still in my pj’s and housecoat, which is thick for interior wear but not suitable for Quebec outdoor winter weather. On exiting the truck, I glanced at the umbrella lying between the two seats, and stuck out my tongue – don’t want ya, don’t need ya anymore – and I was SMILING.
Sent out your share of them, warm and dry!
LUV FROM THE BUSH IN QUEBEC
Tales from the Bush in Quebec 