Escape from the Garage!

At some point, I became aware that the generator was running, and that meant there was no electricity. Normally that doesn’t bother me, since most things are connected to the generator. I continued getting ready to meet David in town as planned. It was as I carried garbage to the car, I realized I didn’t know how to open the electric garage door. The button didn’t respond when I pushed it. I’ve lived here 12 years and never needed a car when it was stuck in the garage. Texting David was the quickest way to notify him, and I caught him before he left work. I would let him know if I was able to get out and if I could lock the door after exiting.

A cord was hanging down from the garage door, and I could reach it and pull it. For a short person, it was tricky to pull up the door while pulling that cord that locked the garage. I did it! I wouldn’t contact David until I backed the car out and closed the heavy door. Remembering that the garage door in New York had a handle on the outside, I looked for one here. No handle. If this door was as heavy as that one, I wouldn’t be able to close it slowly. Warning myself to get my toes back, I pulled the door down. Ah! It wasn’t as heavy as I feared. I was free! I got back in the car and let David know I was on the way to meet him in town. I was at least half an hour late, but I made it without having to get help.

After eating and shopping, I saw the power company had texted, saying electricity had been restored to my home. That was nice to know. I could go home as usual, not needing to get out of the car to put it inside the garage.