String — my nemesis. I finally got the string wrapped on the reel for my string trimmer and successfully filled many more (I never dreamed how much string grass can eat). But, as we know, very few things are “happily ever after”……..another kind of string tried to ruin my day (and my new car).
I came home from work one evening, stopped my car, opened the garage, moved the ladder from the middle of the garage (placed there to remind me not to drive my car into the garage with my kayak rack on top of the car — ask Jan Parker what can happen), positioned my kayak rack on the side of my car and proceeded to park in the garage. Like Chicken Little I thought the sky was falling when I realized it was my garage door resting on the windshield of my brand-new car. First random thought: My garage door caught the virus that the Maffioli garage door had (which caused them to act inappropriately). I got out of my car to investigate and realized that the rope (large string) that turns an automatic garage door into a manual garage door was caught in the crossbar of my wonderful new kayak rack.
Fortunately, our church custodian responds well to emergencies and came to my rescue (and refrained from laughing too hard). He managed to get the door up and reattached for future entries into the garage (also shortened the string).
Note to self: when the world descends upon your head unexpectedly, take a good look at the problem, think and call for help.