Thursday, March 31, 2011

My Garage Door Hates Me. Really.

Awhile ago my garage door broke. It looked like this:



I looked like this:



Except not quite so yellow, and with more hair, a nose, and ears, but otherwise it's a dead ringer for me. Just saying.

Anywho, I was bummed. Broken garage doors can do that to you. My dad and brother fixed it. And then this happened. Again.



And I looked like this:



Except with more hair. Yup. You know it's my spitting image.

Anywho, my brother fixed it. Again. Then...you guessed it. It broke. Again.

It's official, my garage door hates me. I can feel it glaring at me every time I go out to my car. It's like a lurking monster waiting to strike. And the thing about this monster door is it's something different each time--the cable breaks, the spring does some strange spring thing that equals broken door, the wheels hop the track, the motor groans and does some strange motor thing that equals broken door. It just has problems. Right now it's the sensors that won't let it close. They keep "seeing" something in the way and refuse to let the darn thing go down. And no, we haven't bound and gagged any neighbors and put them under the door. It just hates me.

So, is it time for a new door? A new motor? A new life? Nah. It's just like revising a book. You fix it and then realize there's a whole new problem you didn't see before. At times you even think it's a monster that hates you. AND you may even hate it back. But if you want to get your car out of the garage, you have to fix the door. And I want my car out of the garage, as in I want to get published. And that's why I revise.

What are you fixing today?

6 comments:

Cherie said...

ds loves the wooden spoon picture. Good luck with the door.

Jonene Ficklin said...

Our garage doors must be related, ha ha! I think the only way to fix it is to replace it, but we're (as in, my hubby) too handy to do that yet. So my awesome husband keeps fixing it and it keeps breaking down. At least there's some things in life you can count on besides death and taxes . . .

Susan Kaye Quinn said...

Oh man, we had a possessed garage door once too - finally it stopped. Ugh.

Revisions are heck. I'm in the creating stage right now - like that lots better. But I just finished up crazy amounts of revision, so I need a breather!!

Hang in there!

Carolyn V said...

Revisions. Ack. Good luck with those and the garage door. One day they will all work right. =)

Irene B. Gardner said...

I was thinking you were going to say your garage door fell on you, and I was thinking we could start a club. You know, My Garage Door Attacks Me Club.

I'm actually sorry your garage door keeps breaking. Mine is one that came over with the pilgrams, and doesn't have anything automatic about it. It probably weighs a ton--literally. I just started leaving the dumb thing stuck up there on the ceiling of my garage after the last attack: Tore off my shirt AND banged my head.

I sure love your wonderful sense of humor, Leisha. Something marvelous has just got to start happening to you--like get a zillion of your books published.

Luvies,
Irene

Roxie Magnus said...

I hear you, Leisha. I would put on a sad face too, if my garage door gave up on me. But on the bright side, this means that you can replace it with a new and improved one. By now, your garage door is probably all fixed and well. I do hope that you added some features to upgrade the quality. An opener and carport would be nice. :-)

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