2.06.2006
The kids had read their Bibles and eaten their breakfast. Backpacks were ready, Valentine balloon order-forms were signed and accompanied by money. Time to go. "Come on! Get in the van!" Three kids go tumbling down the stairs behind me as I open the door to the garage and hit the opener button. Nothing. Silence. Hmm. What's up? I must have hit the wrong button. Try again. Nothing. Oh no. What am I going to do? The garage door opener is broken and my husband won't be home for another three days. Panic mode kicks in. I AM GOING TO BE A PRISONER IN MY HOUSE FOR THREE DAYS!!! The kids will have to walk to school, I guess. Thank goodness I have enough groceries and diapers in the house to make it until Wednesday.
Wait a minute. Maybe it's the breaker. Yeah. Cole ALWAYS checks the breaker. (I know... I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer.) But the garage is as black as the pit because the sun is not quite high enough to shine through the little window. Where is a flashlight??? OK, flashlight procurred. I've never done this before. Look at the little diagram on the right and look at correlating 20 black buttons on the left. OK-- it says "Garage door- 15." This should be a snap. Hmm... they're all labeled "20." Weird. Alright, I'm smarter than this. Count down on the diagram and then count down the little black buttons. "1-2-3-4-5-6." Count down again on the left. This button doesn't look strange or unusual in anyway. Isn't the blown breaker supposed to be protruding in some way? I hope this is really a breaker problem. Click. Whirrrrrrrr. Garage door starts opening. My day-dial has just resumed the normal position and I start breathing again.
Sure hope life doesn't get more complicated than this, because I'm not sure, but I think I just filled my handy-man-skills-quota for the year.
6 Comments:
I am so proud!!! Yea, that you were smart enough to think of that and go for it and that it worked. Ahh, lovely to get back to the normal day. ;) p.s. loved your comment on supermom...that was funny.
Totally COOL! :) I know...the other day I was so proud of myself...the front door was sticking and I got the handy dandy Phillips...(a type of screwdriver for those of you not quite as "handy" as me ;) ) and tightened some screws and Whalaa! the door handle doesn't stick anymore!!! I was so proud of myself...I began looking all over the house for loose screws...all door handles got a tightening fix!
Ruth
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HJ- Thanks! Although, I know many of my friends who live on farms around here are totally rolling their eyes at my "great skill." :)
Ruth- I think I see a family busines in the making. ;)
Yes, you are right, I am rolling my eyes at you. You know it is only early February and you have already met your quota for the year! Give me a call next time, I'll come help you. I'd hate for your children to have to walk all the way to school. Better yet, come over, I have plenty of handy man jobs that need to be done in my new house. I could teach you a thing or two. I'll even teach you how to use power tools. Thanks for giving me a chuckle today.
I still stuck on the fact that you knew where the flashlight was and actually found it. I wouldn't have been so fortunate. L
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