Yup! Our garage door opener stopped opening and closing our garage door. The car is trapped. [Yikes!!!]
Well, not as trapped as it was back in March of this year when the monster of a garage door simply fell to the ground, Kaboom… That was the day the car was trapped. No doubt about that.
This time the remote opener stopped working. It started several months ago. The remote device we keep in the car would not close the garage door. If my honey and I went somewhere, I had to manually close the garage door after he pulled the car out. I'd then run through the house to the front door. Set the security alarm, close the door and get in the car at the curb. Whew! It was a major inconvenience.
But… my honey didn't want to invest in a new garage door opener because he thought it was better to just repair the one we have.
Okay, speed forward to a couple of weeks ago. Now, the remote device wouldn't even open the garage door. It looks as if this thing is deteriorating. My honey still thinks repair is better than investing in a brand new opener. Okay.
Yesterday, I thought enough was enough. My honey finally agreed. But unfortunately, he now has no time to buy and install a new opener. [Oh no] I'm thinking it may take months for him to get to this on the honey-do list. [Oh no] I said that already, didn't I?
Anyway, it just so happened that the subject of the garage door opener came up yesterday during a causal conversation with my youngest son, Steven. (I call him Steven because that's his given name, but he "all grown up now" goes by just Steve… the more manly name.)
Well, whatever name he goes by, what a good son he is. This I know and didn't need a reminder. My good son, Steven, offered to come by to see if he could fix the opener. I said yes with a grateful heart.
By golly, he showed up a hour or so later and he brought my granddaughter, Stevie D. What a wonderful gift. I was totally and completely overjoyed to see them both.
Long story short, while I visited with Stevie, my son, the home inspector and consummate handyman, took a look at what ails the garage door opener. He even called the Sears tech service and discovered the part that needed repair. What a good son!
After some discussion with my honey, and considering the price of the part… we decided the best use of funds for this project was to get a new garage door opener. Steven volunteered to take time to go to the store, buy a new one, and then come and install it for us. I could cry.
A mom's heart of heart joy is the knowing that she raised a good son who loves and supports mom on any and every little thing. He doesn't have to -- to still be a good son. He wants to. That's the best part. Lucky am I. Thanks son. I love you so much. I am proud and grateful for what a good son you are.
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