To start the fall blogging I thought I'd share something that happened to me last night. Emerson is working up north during the week which leaves the requirement that I act as domestic as possible. What I mean by that is, although I am quite capable, when my wonderful boyfriend is out of town, I have to be very focused on not doing too many stupid things because I can't just call him to come and help manage whatever it is I may have done. This story is a great example of that...
This past weekend, Emerson went to close the garage door and it wouldn't go. I have an electronic garage door (no man door on my garage) so all I have to do is punch in a code or push a button and the door goes up and down. So, Emerson went to close it and it wouldn't go but because we were in a hurry he just pulled the garage door closed manually and fixed it the next day. He then left for the work week. Enter me.
Yesterday, I opened up the garage door electronically to get my garbage cans out (it was garbage day today). I pulled them out of the garage, put them at the end of the driveway and walked back up to punch in my garage code and be done. Well, just my luck, the code went in but the garage door didn't move. I tried everything which included:
1. Punched in the code 3 or 4 more times with the same result... nothing.
2. Reached in and pushed the button a few times... nothing.
I think figured that the only thing left to do was to pull it down manually like Emerson did this past weekend. I realized very quickly that the garage door doesn't have a handle on the outside of the door making it very difficult to pull down on the door and get enough momentum to get it to the ground. I was trying to get the door down and it came down a little bit but I could not get it to budge when it reached about half way down.
Now, I want you to look at the picture below:
You'll notice that my garage door has little spaces throughout it so it can bend and fold up into the roof of my garage, etc. I thought it would be a great idea to put my fingers between two of the panels in one of these spaces and quickly pull straight down getting enough momentum to make the door go all the way down but yet pull my fingers out of the space as quickly as possible which would ensure my fingers wouldn't get caught. I thought this was a great idea. Well, turns out I don't have the fastest reflexes around and as soon as I pulled down my fingers instantly were squished between the closed space and it was like having 8 of my fingers slammed in a car door, not kidding.
I didn't want my neighbours to think I was helpless and uncool, so I started to panic in A LOT of pain, but quietly screamed and tears fell down my face as I lifted the door up enough to get my fingers out and I quickly ran in the house and put them under cold water. Being the massive wimp that I am I obviously didn't look at my fingers right away, I just started panicking that I was going to lose all 8 of my finger nails. The most frightening part about that is that I'm in a wedding next week, and I was so worried that I'd be the fingernail-less bridesmaid. Ugh!
Turns out my fingers are okay (obviously since I'm typing this out right now). They are still a little numb to the touch and I have purple flecks in my nails, I am not going to lose them and I won't have to spend this weekend gluing fake nails to my nail-less fingers. The garage door stayed propped half open as I refused to go back out and give it another go. My dear friend Scott came over today before a meeting and got it down... he laughed at what I did... I deserved it.
Things I learned from Lesson #11:
1. All garages should have a man door so that I dont have to rely on the electronic garage door to work.
2. Don't stick your fingers in the spaces of your garage door. It will bite you and it will hurt.
3. Wine is a great medicine - after a couple glasses last night my whole body was numb, not just my fingers!
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