scarfman | Garage/garbage

Our garage door is broken. That's what happens when the button is hit at the wrong moment of a bad morning. The landlord said how soon the door'd be repaired depends on whether there were replacements in stock.

Last Wednesday night I didn't put the garbage out for the collectors because I was afraid to raise the garage door for fear the broken bits would break off in the opener mechanism and break it too (we're keeping both cars outside for the duration). But during the intervening week I recalled that if you hit the button while the door is rising, it stops, and goes back down when you hit the button again.

So tonight I went down to the garage and hit the button so I could put the garbage out. Just before I was going to hit the button to stop the door, it began backing down again, which is what it does when it's obstructed. So much for rising high enough to jam the workings.

When the door was all the way down I hit the button to rise it again, and stopped it about thirty inches off the ground. Then I manhandled the garbage cans under that. Now, there's a speedbump, lip sort of thing just outside the door and, with that there, it wasn't possible (at least not for a man of my age and waistline) to get the cans onto level ground from behind the mostly-shut door, and one of them fell over before I got under the door. But then I got them down to the end of the drive for the collectors.

Later I filled and tied off another kitchen garbage bag. But I didn't want to deal with the garage door again.

So I went out and tossed the garbage bag off the balcony, and it came to rest next to the cans and the other bags of two weeks' garbage that wouldn't fit in the cans.

I am a rebel. I am on the edge.

I share this because it's the only interesting thing to happen to me today.