Last week Friday while Jay was at work, I went out for something and things seemed about normal until I got back home. The overhead garage door wasn’t quite closed. It wasn’t truly open, but there was a gap of a couple inches or so. I had no luck getting the door up and open, nor fully down and staying there. I gave up, having parked on the street and being a bit ill yet (cold hit me hard the previous Saturday – mostly over it, but some effects linger) and tired.
Jay checked it out at lunch and saw what I missed: One of the springs was broken. The door is too heavy to lift without the aid of the springs. Home Depot in $DISTANT_TOWN was called as they were the only place that would do anything on Saturday. And Saturday came and went and the call back from them never came. I think they got called again on Monday to let them know they lost business and we are Not Impressed. Jay then found who had done the installation for us – some years ago we had the overhead door & such replaced as the old one never quite worked right and tended to jam.
The fellow came on Tuesday, I think, and realized just how heavy the door is and found he doesn’t even carry springs that big now. (“As long as nobody runs into it, that door should last forever.”) He’d have to order in or have made up the right springs. He might have them as early as Thursday afternoon, but Friday was more likely. It was Friday.
We got lucky, relatively. The spring failed when both vehicles were out of the garage so we weren’t down to only one (or none – a third is in storage). Also, the weather was relatively warm most of the week. Window scraping happened only once, I think.
Very late Friday morning or very early afternoon the job was done. And just in time. It’s snowing and the vehicles are in the garage again.
I am in the midst of the extended project of “committing a Neatness” in the house. I do not expect to truly organize every room (see Tasks, Herculean) but do hope to get the more common or apt to be seen into a semi or quasi presentable state. I am up against years of accumulation (not so much hoarding as sloth) so it will be a while.
I had been considering, and really still am, not replacing each bottle in the liquor collection. Some would stay, of course. I’d not care to be unable to make a Manhattan, Martini, Sazerac, and a few others. But do I really need the seldom-used Frangelico and the I-still-have-this Chambord? And then, just now, I found yet again how wonderfully convenient it is to see a cocktail and just grab the right bottles and make it without having to wait or make a trip to get this or that. Maybe I do need to reduce the collection some. But not severely. Perhaps the right solution is more shelves and have the most commonly used most accessible and any rara avis can be off a bit.
And since I’m wondering, are there any “no, you need to keep that because of this” drinks that call for the Frangelico or the Chambord?
Every autumn, as it gets colder, the furnace gets switched on (and the air conditioner off) or as I’ve taken to saying, we switch from the cooling regime to the heating regime. And there is the peculiar aroma of the first use of the furnace for the season. It is, very roughly, hot dust – and not the same as the “magic radio dust” that was once found baking on vacuum tubes that had been in service for some time.
Yesterday, I switched from the cooling to the heating regime… and wondered if the furnace was even working. Oh, the house was reasonably warm or at least not cold. But that telltale smell wasn’t there. But that was also exactly as it should have been. The furnace would have been used a few days earlier, but we waited for the air filter to be swapped out and the air filter wasn’t getting changed until after the ductwork had (finally) been cleaned. The ductwork was cleaned (and a lot of crud removed), the filter changed, the furnace engaged… and.. no “first heating of the season” smell. Those ducts are, if not clean, clean enough.
Hopefully that will make things such that $HOUSEMATE’s asthma is less likely to act up and The Great Never-Ending Atomic Cough doesn’t resume (it does end, but it doesn’t feel like it. I’ve quipped it happens twice a year and only lasts seven months each time…) The office humidifier is also cleaned up, filled up, connected up, tested and ready for when the weather is cooler and drier that it is today. Today, now that we are alright with running the furnace, and the humidifier is ready, is, naturally warm (for Minnesota in October) and wet.