Or at least a big chunk of it.
Yesterday afternoon, as the garage door was opening so I could head out on an errand, I suddenly heard a loud screeching and the sound of metal ripping, and when I looked out the whole bottom section of the door was torn away. Apparently the bottom wheel on one side of the door had gotten stuck and as the door lifted the bottom stayed put and ripped off.
Oh great. Thankfully I was able to get the bottom unstuck and raised enough to get the car out and then shut again, but the door was a mess. After some work last night, Mr. Losing It got the door to look normal from the outside instead of an invitation to break and enter, but we’re going to need a new garage door as soon as we’re back home as we usually enter our house through the garage.
On the plus side, replacing the garage door was one of the projects on our list of things to do to get the house ready to sell, although it was way, w-a-y down on the list. And, I have to admit I’m grateful it happened before we left town, and not when our friend was coming in the house to check on our cat (we were going to have her come through the garage).
A new garage door is going to set us back quite a bit, to put it mildly. I hope too that it’s not an indication of how next year is going to go, expense wise. For now though I am just so glad we have that emergency fund.