Did you know that metal could eat itself? Yes, it can. Oh, Yes. It. Can.
My husband got home from work very late last night. He parked his motorcycle, took off his helmet and other riding gear, and grabbed his stuff out of his saddle bags. Then he hit the button to close the garage door and came inside. Very normal.
It was the awful, metal crunching noise that followed that routine that was not normal. I was sure one of our vehicles was being squashed somehow. Did he not pull his bike in all the way? Did I park the van too close to the door?
this is going to cost a lot of money…
As it turned out, our garage door was actually eating itself, and, thankfully, not one of our vehicles.
After a bit of inspection, my husband found that a hinge had broken on one side of the door making it impossible for the garage door to close more than half way, and because of that some bolts on the top of the door stripped out and pulled the other half of the door way out of position.
Then, in confused desparation, it wouldn’t stop trying to open and close itself, just compounding the situation.
I was hollaring at it, “Stop! Stop!” while Ryan was hollaring at me, “Stop, Stop!”
I have no creative words to describe what the scene looked like – but the noise that woke up half our city last night sounded like a giant metal monster eating a little community of smaller, screaming metal monsters.
Have I told you before that this house is quirky?
There was a possibility that we might go to visit my sister, brother, and mother in SC today and tomorrow, depending on Ryan’s work schedule.
It appears that won’t be happening now. The garage door is half open, falling freely on one side where the hinges are broken and the rollers are no longer in the track, and it’s stuck in that position. Ryan put something under the falling side so it wouldn’t continue to fall and possibly injure somebody or something.
We’ll call our landlord today – but, although an extremely nice lady, we already know how slow the repair will be. When our sink fell out it took almost a week to fix it. When the washer flooded our house it took a week before they sent somebody to clean the carpets (oh the stench!). And they never fixed our fridge. After 3 weeks of fighting with it to keep our food cold my husband purchased the $130 part and fixed it himself. That was over a month ago and we still haven’t seen the refund.
What an interesting life I’m living lately. I really should be taking more pictures.
I’m content in all this. But I still can’t help but think, “What next?”
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This was so funny…a lovely beginning to my day 🙂 Sure wish you had video though!
Oh yes, that would have been perfect. Nothing like a little pandemonium to create a good family video. 🙂
Wow- what is up with that house?? Glad everyone was ok and no vehicles were damaged!
I don’t know, Becky, but it sure is making things interesting around here.
Even our 100 year old house in WA didn’t give us problems like this one has. At least we are renting and none of this is our responsibility.
Whenever I feel like I want my own home….I read your blog. 🙂 Ha, ha, by the way we have had the plumber visit our rental 5 times in the last month. One thing after another. Glad it’s not us receiving the bills!
🙂 I’m so relieved that none of this mess is our responsibility! I couldn’t imagine if we had to pay for all these repairs. I feel really bad for the owners of this house. I wonder what they’re thinking about their new tenants?
Not that anything that has happened has been our fault – but still.
Oh my goodness! What is up with your house? I hope the landlady is quick about this repair. That is technically a security issue. And I truly hope nothing is next. Craziness, such craziness.
Just wondering what is the outcome with the Garage door?
I posted an update just a little bit ago. You can read it here. The guy came to look at it and said the thing was trashed. They had to replace the whole door. I’m feeling so bad for the owners of the house!