It all started with our garage door. It never really sounded too good and one day it decided it had had enough. We have been procrastinating getting it fixed. It could be $90 or it could be $600. Whenever we have to open it, we have to do it manually. For those of you born after 1980, manually means that I can’t just press a button. It is a lot of work lifting that door and also quite an embarassement. I feel like the others neighbors are judging us.
I think our biggest problem is that both Travis and I are use to having a dad to fix anything that is broken. The idea of paying someone to do this for us is very painful. So, when our front door started creeking and sticking, I was proud of myself for getting out the WD-40. That seemed to work for little awhile, but actually may have made the problem worse.
We had some friends over for dinner last week, which is the day the front door refused to be opened from the inside. I went out to get the mail earlier that day. The door was stubborn, but it had met it’s match. I tugged and twisted and pulled until the knob popped right off! I felt fortunate that it could still be opened from the outside. So, when my friends arrived I called out to them, “Joanna! I can’t open my door, can you please let yourselves in?” I guess my time at CFNI and living in the getto of Oak Cliff has left it’s mark on me.
After dinner our friend went to Home Depot with Travis mostly for moral support. That place can be so intimidating for women and computer geeks. Our friend also showed us that the screws in the door had come loose leaving it in kind of a hanging possition (the WD-40 probably helped loosen them even more) causing the door lock to get banged and jammed everytime I opened it forcefully.
Travis finally got around to fixing it last night. These things are never quite as easy as what those smarty pants fix it people say they will be. He called me away from my relaxing shopping trip to come home immediately and watch the kids so he could go back to Home Depot. Meanwhile we have two holes in the door letting our cool air out and a million flies in. But, when he returned we were both pleased with the finished product. We only suffered through some minor groans and a little yelling. We could hang a sign saying that “no one was hurt in the fixing of this door”. Not so far anyway. Which brings us to today. I was so excited when I heard the Fed Ex guy leave a package at the door, but no matter how much I tugged, twisted and pulled the door it would not open. I guess I will have to wait and hope someone will be able to open it from the outside. Until then I am trapped and in need of a fix it man.
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