Recently we installed a new garage door.
It was a much needed replacement. Our old one had cracks in every panel and each time we opened it sounded like it would be the very last time it opened.
In fact, sometimes it refused to open. It would struggle, loudly, to lift itself a few feet and then abruptly come to a halt, refusing to budge another inch. We’d hit the remote again and it would gratefully sink back into its resting position. With a little coaxing and some physical help from either Tim or I, it would grudgingly try again and finally get into the full open position so that we could either drive the car in or out of the garage, whichever we needed to do at that moment. And then our poor, tired garage door would happily sink back into its sleepy-time (closed) setting.
Kind of like me, now that I come to think of it.
Well, anyway, we’ve known for a while now that we should replace it. Tim and I have been talking about it for a couple of years, actually. This is one of those household tasks that I consider a “man’s” job, so I leave the doing of it to him. I don’t know why, exactly, but there are certain tasks around the house that I consider a man’s work and garage door replacement happens to be one of them.
Of course, this means that replacement of the garage door may never actually happen. Just sayin’.
Another man’s task is water heater replacement. This is a bit of a side note, but in a bit you’ll see where I’m going with it. A few years ago our water heater started to leak. A slow leak, but a leak, nevertheless. I pointed it out, repeatedly, I might add, to my dear, sweet husband, and suggested a number of times that perhaps we should get a new water heater. He gave me his standard response, “Yes, we should.” But then failed to act on it.
Then came the day when the slow leak suddenly became a fast leak. As in, the basement was flooded with water and Tim was screaming at me to help him mop this water up because it was spreading everywhere and he couldn’t keep up with it and the drain wasn't taking it fast enough and water was going everywhere and we had a major problem and what was I doing just standing there looking at him and I needed to do something and I should be helping him and get some towels or something and there’s 80 gallons of water in this thing and they are going everywhere and the water is coming out too fast and……
And he’s madder than a wet hen and I just said, “Gosh, if we’d replaced this one of those times when I’d suggested it back when it was just a slow leak we wouldn’t be in this situation right now, would we?”
Which of course just made him more angry. Surprise, surprise.
But back to the garage door. A month or so ago, Tim and I were standing outside and I mentioned that we really should be thinking about replacing the garage door. Tim gave me his standard reply, “Yes, we should.”
To which I responded, “So, do you want to do it now, while the weather is nice? Or would you rather wait until it actually breaks completely and it’s 30 below and the wind is blowing 50 miles an hour? Because I will not come outside and help you if you do it in those conditions.”
The next day Tim called and ordered the garage door.