This morning I went to open my garage door and discovered that it was frozen to the ground. We had an ice storm followed by snow over the past few days, so this wasn't a complete surprise, but I've been through many an ice storm without the garage door freezing shut.
Rather than pausing to consider the novelty, I tried to unstick the door with a few kicks. The mechanism strained and failed to open the door, so I desisted lest I break the opener. It was time for a crowbar.
I was pretty sure my crowbar was in our shed, so I crunched through the snow and ice into the back yard. The latch was coated in ice and wouldn't move...until I gave it a nice karate kick. The latch is slightly above my hip height and I was rather surprised that I could kick that high. It did the trick, though, and I retrieved my crowbar, took it back to the garage, and pried along the bottom of my garage door until it broke free and opened.
My trip to work was uneventful. The little Honda Insight gets around just fine in the snow and slush, although I don't think I'd have chanced it yesterday. Yesterday was Jeep weather all the way.
Today I'm back at work after failing to accomplish anything of note while attempting to "work from home" yesterday. It's about 7 degrees Fahrenheit outside, but the ice on the trees is really pretty when the sun shines through it. That's winter in the Midwest: a bunch of mixed blessings for sure.
I was just thinking today how ridiculously pretty all that cold, nasty, power-line-blowing ice could be, especially with a little dab o' sun.
Posted by: Rita | January 06, 2005 at 05:41 PM