Something new to ruin. Yay.

After 5 days without a working garage door, It was finally replaced yesterday (read about the metal-eating-metal event here). The repair guy was sorry it was taking so long but he had to call the landlord, who had to call the owners, who had to decide which new garage door they wanted on their house, which cost them like $1500 or something.

I’m sure they weren’t pleased to realize their house was still on the path to destruction.

On a side note I want to say that I am so glad we don’t own a rental.

A little hurry-up was in order. The garage was stuck half way between up and down, which posed a security issue. It was mostly the neighbor kids who snuck in to search for footballs, so no real big deal. However, when we first moved in the guy across the street warned us of theft issues – usually from unlocked vehicles.  I was sure something of significance was going to get taken from our garage.
But no, thank the Lord.

So now we have a brand spankin’ new garage door. It’s clean, fresh, without a dent in sight.

I honestly don’t feel comfortable with this.

We have a driver in training, 6 boys, and something like 10 neighborhood boys who are in my yard on a regular basis.

How will we ever keep the garage door looking pristine for the next year we will be living here?  I really don’t want to be responsible for it’s newness not looking so new anymore.

It’s why I don’t mind renting a house with stained carpets, or cracked tile.  It lessons my check-out load each time we’re transferred.

Viewing this from a more optimistic angle, which takes effort from this cheerfully pessimistic gal, the house is a tad bit prettier.

For now, at least.

And that’s nice.

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