headleyj
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Well it involves a woodstove so here goes...
So I had a doc appt this morning at 9 so I thought I'd get to sleep in. oh no. Wife wakes me up at 6 (she had to be at work at 6:30) and says the garage door is stuck shut, it won't open. I told her to get some hot water and pour on the seal , it's probably frozen. I roll back over. 15 seconds later I think, I should go check on her. Armed with nothing but my hiking boots and underwear, eyes half open, I stumble to the garage to find the entire top panel of the garage door (where the opener arm attaches) bent in and the vertical structural member where that arm attaches almost ripped completely off!
Oh F me, I thought. So I pull the red handle and disengage the opener, push the door up and get her on her way......mind you I'm still only 5% clothed at it's 2° outside. I close the door and go get some damned clothes on. Make the coffee, make my lunch, feed the dogs, take crack dog out on a leash cause she won't F'n stay home, let her pee, go feed the woodstove (an adventure in itself with crack dog), come back in, eat breakfast and head to the garage to see what I can do about fixing it. Crack dog (daisy, a black german shepard/ lab mix who is 10 mos old) is on my heels jumping and nipping wanting to play like it's her last day on Earth (it will be if she doesn't f'n quit it I thought).
Ok, I thought.... I can unhook the opener arm, push that vertical structural back into the panel and beat the panel back into place with a 2 lb sledge. Upon closer examination, both welds that hold that vertical member to the top of the panel had broken....just f'n great I thought. I wonder how it's "supposed to look" I thought...OH... I know, I'll just look at the other door. I glance over and ....you guessed it, it's f'n broke in the same f'n place. huh, so that's why it acted funny yesterday when I got home. Awesome.
Well, the only solution I could surmise was to beat the panel back into place and drill through the vertical, structural member to the outside of the door and put a 3/8 bolt through it. So I head downstairs to get the drill, bits, sockets, bolts, sledge, etc. Daisy barrels down the stairs with me and is excited as hello. As I'm gathering up tools, I hear an eerie silence, no typical "Daisy collar jingle". I go over to the other side of the basement to see what she's doing just in time to find her laying the last of a big fat deuce on the basement floor. Oh you F"N DOG, I thought!! I scold her in the typical; manner that does no good, grab the shovel, scrape up the $hit and toss it in the woods, clean the floor, resume gathering tools and head to the garage. F. forgot the ladder, go back downstairs, get the f'n ladder and begin taking by frustrations out on the garage door.
Repairs went smooth (on both doors), I'll evaluate long-term viability later, but for now they both function again. Made it to doc appt on time to boot.
Like I said, I hope your morning was better than mine, figured someone could use a laugh this morning
So I had a doc appt this morning at 9 so I thought I'd get to sleep in. oh no. Wife wakes me up at 6 (she had to be at work at 6:30) and says the garage door is stuck shut, it won't open. I told her to get some hot water and pour on the seal , it's probably frozen. I roll back over. 15 seconds later I think, I should go check on her. Armed with nothing but my hiking boots and underwear, eyes half open, I stumble to the garage to find the entire top panel of the garage door (where the opener arm attaches) bent in and the vertical structural member where that arm attaches almost ripped completely off!
Oh F me, I thought. So I pull the red handle and disengage the opener, push the door up and get her on her way......mind you I'm still only 5% clothed at it's 2° outside. I close the door and go get some damned clothes on. Make the coffee, make my lunch, feed the dogs, take crack dog out on a leash cause she won't F'n stay home, let her pee, go feed the woodstove (an adventure in itself with crack dog), come back in, eat breakfast and head to the garage to see what I can do about fixing it. Crack dog (daisy, a black german shepard/ lab mix who is 10 mos old) is on my heels jumping and nipping wanting to play like it's her last day on Earth (it will be if she doesn't f'n quit it I thought).
Ok, I thought.... I can unhook the opener arm, push that vertical structural back into the panel and beat the panel back into place with a 2 lb sledge. Upon closer examination, both welds that hold that vertical member to the top of the panel had broken....just f'n great I thought. I wonder how it's "supposed to look" I thought...OH... I know, I'll just look at the other door. I glance over and ....you guessed it, it's f'n broke in the same f'n place. huh, so that's why it acted funny yesterday when I got home. Awesome.
Well, the only solution I could surmise was to beat the panel back into place and drill through the vertical, structural member to the outside of the door and put a 3/8 bolt through it. So I head downstairs to get the drill, bits, sockets, bolts, sledge, etc. Daisy barrels down the stairs with me and is excited as hello. As I'm gathering up tools, I hear an eerie silence, no typical "Daisy collar jingle". I go over to the other side of the basement to see what she's doing just in time to find her laying the last of a big fat deuce on the basement floor. Oh you F"N DOG, I thought!! I scold her in the typical; manner that does no good, grab the shovel, scrape up the $hit and toss it in the woods, clean the floor, resume gathering tools and head to the garage. F. forgot the ladder, go back downstairs, get the f'n ladder and begin taking by frustrations out on the garage door.
Repairs went smooth (on both doors), I'll evaluate long-term viability later, but for now they both function again. Made it to doc appt on time to boot.
Like I said, I hope your morning was better than mine, figured someone could use a laugh this morning
