I’m attempting to force myself to write in my blog every day. I’ve gotten SO BAD at keeping up these past several years and someday I’ll be dead and then what?
I’ll be gone but hopefully not forgotten. (Feel free to use these prompts for your own writing).
What happened to our garage?
So, going through my Flickr account (which currently has nearly 8500 pictures on there – and by the way, what is UP with yearly membership being $50 now?? It was $25 – I think it’s time to find another photo storage site – maybe I’ll just bite the bullet and upload them all on my Google photos account), I came across these pictures.
I’m not sure if I ever told you guys this story, so, here goes.
Someone, who shall remain nameless, *cough-Kevin-cough* backed into our garage door. This happened a while back, I think the date on the photo is March 2007.
As you can see, he backed into it hard enough to crack it and put a literal hole in the door.
Kevin has a history of miscalculating the garage door. One time, shortly after we bought our van, when the kids were little and I needed lots of room when chauffeuring them around town, I had backed into the garage and when I was shutting the garage door, I panicked, I didn’t think I had backed up far enough because I was worried that the metal handle sticking out of the garage door would hit my van.
Kevin went to the front of my van, gauged the distance and said, “Nah, you’re good.” So, trusting his judgment, I went ahead and pushed the button for the garage door to go down.
Well, I was right and the van hadn’t been backed up far enough and the next thing we hear is this sickening crunching sound as the metal handle completely annihilated the grill on my van.
I will never forget that sound. It’s right up there with the sickening crunch and grind of metal meeting metal whenever you hear two cars collide.
So no, Kevin and our garage door have not always gotten along.
I don’t know if you can tell the material of our garage doors back then, but there were literally particle board and they were flimsy and rotting anyway, so him backing into the garage was probably a blessing in disguise as we needed to replace them before they simply disintegrated before our very eyes.
Yep, there are quite a few things like this that I don’t let Kevin live down.
But we ended up getting it fixed and our doors look A LOT better. Not to mention, they are more secure.
Another time, he accidentally left the garage door open all night and someone came into our garage and stole a huge, yellow remote control airplane that it took him MONTHS to build, by hand, from a kit. It was a beautiful plane and it worked, though I think he only actually flown it a few times because he was afraid of crashing it.
And then it got stolen.
He was heartbroken.
But to this day, we argue on who actually left the garage door open. I know for a fact it was him, but he insists it was me.
It was definitely him.