I’m going with the nonsense.
The garage door of shame we waited a month to have fixed, has now been installed, and I managed to caulk the joints and paint before it got too cold—except for the trim. The instructions on the paint can were to avoid painting if the temperatures fell below 40F degrees. It was going to be colder than 40, so I placed that project on hold for a bit.
The door almost looks like the other door, except the fake fancy schmancy handles and hinges that adorn our garage doors. I don’t know who the builder was trying to fool, because the door obviously rolls up, it does not open like a regular double door, but I kind of like the added touch.
Each door has four hinges and two handles. On the door I smooshed in, one of the handles broke in two. I’m not sure if that was something I did, or if it was the repairman. To my surprise, the things are made of some type of ceramic or concrete material, not metal.
I had to go on a hunt for a new handle, but I took along a hinge just in case. My hunt consisted of one store because I refuse to drive all over the place to find what I’m looking for. The Home Depot is one of my favorite stores, so I went to the nearest one.
Guess what? Those smart companies which produce adornments for garage doors, do not package one handle for sale, one must purchase an entire set. The sets I had to choose from didn’t match the originals, so I had to buy two sets. I got close to the same shape as the original, but it would be quite apparent that the doors didn’t match if I only replaced the doodads on one side.
We also have a garage door for our cats to come and go to the potty zone in the garage. Our interior garage door isn’t up to code with the cat hole, because the door is fireproof in case a fire starts in the garage. A fire may make it through the walls and ceiling, but the door will still be standing.
We will have to replace the door when we move.
With the grandkitties and my cats, their weights range between 5.5 pounds to 18 pounds. The 18 pounder is part Maine Coon–he isn’t fat, he’s simply big, and has a ton of floofy hair. Here he is with our daughter.
During the cold spell, the big guy dashed through the cat door, and broke the flap to the door completely off its hinges. All that frigid weather flowed into our house until my husband installed a door for Large cats.
For some odd reason, I felt better about myself for running into the garage door.