Barb's Blog

Well, I was on my way to Sunday School. My arms were loaded with my bible and a basket of goodies we were presenting to a newly married couple in our church and I guess, unfortunately, my mind was on other things….. It wasn’t until I heard and felt the crash that I realized I hadn’t waited until the garage door was all the way up! (That darn pod! I might have been able to just slipped under and escaped catastrophe.) Yes, it’s true! I ran into the garage door! Sorry to say I don’t have a photo of the lower door panel dangling. I was in horrified shock and contemplating the conversation I would have when Bill came down to get the low down.

Let’s switch scenes: Bill, at the time, was sitting peacefully at the kitchen table, taking practice tests for his flight instructor rating. He had heard the engine of the car start before the garage door opened. His first thought was, “Oh …….. I hope she waits for the door to open.” Unfortunately it was not to be. He looked out the window and saw the car stopped. He watched me get out of the car to survey the damage.

I’ve got to say, after the initial expletives, he calmed right down. Of course our neighbors across the street marveled at the whole event. Enough said. Here’s a few pics for posterity, and will come in handy when the Alzheimer’s kicks in.

After church Bill worked diligently for several hours and had the door operating before the sun set in the west and the wind picked back up. He’s a good man! (He’s pretty cute too!)