An "Oh, My God!" moment. . .

Get ready to laugh. I even laughed at myself, once I got over the shock.

My garage door opener has not worked properly for months. It would always open, whether I used the car remote or the wall switch inside the garage. But closing it was another matter. It would never close using the remote. Instead, I would need to get out of the car, use the keypad on the outside of the garage. . . punch in my passcode and then hold the key down until the door was all the way closed.

I have this thing about calling repairmen. And not just for the expense. "We can come tomorrow between 8 am and noon." So you disrupt your plans, take time off from work to sit home until they arrive.

Finally this morning I called a garage door repair company. The man, sounding like a true good ole' boy asked me what the garage door was doing. So I explained. "Okay, ma' um, this what I wancha ta do. . . you know how there are these two sensors on either side of the door down near the bottom?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Okay, I wancha to monkey with 'em a bit and see if that helps."

After a brief pause, I said, "Okay. Thank you" and that was the end of the conversation. Would someone explain to me what "monkey" means in that sentence???

So I went home for lunch today. Uhmm. . . do you know what the problem was???

One of those two sensors had fallen off the metal post it was attached to. I picked it up, dusted the cobwebs and dirt off it, snapped it back on the post. . . it didn't even require screws!

And guess what! My garage door works like new!