We came home last night from the meeting to find our garage door dented and unable to fully open or close. There really isn’t anything one can do about a disaster when it’s late at night. Thinking the girl next door backed into the door again, we went to bed depressed.
This morning we grew angry. No one was at their home to complain to. Eventually, after playing investigator, G found the name of the company that installed the door for us. He called them, he got security to give us passes so our vehicles could sit out in the complex, and he got the door up and the vehicles out. Got angry at the neighbor too.
The repairman told us that the big spring at the top of the door broke. We will soon have a big bill and a door that works. I still think she backed into it, but G apologized for blaming the girl for denting out door. Nicely. I hid upstairs and put the Christmas stuff away in its boxes. We watched a little of the Olympic Trials on NBSsports….or what ever they call themselves, then it was upstairs to clean out my closet. 19 shirts to either eldest daughter or the discovery shop.
No discarding pants or purses. I did shoes late last week. Shirts are enough heroics for me for one day.