Haunted garage

And…sleep deprivation sets in. I could just go to bed early. But no. I’ve got Elle King’s, “Ex’s and Oh’s” on tract repeat. (Meaning the same song is playing over and over and over. On purpose.) I hope my neighbor can’t hear or she’s going to be knocking on my door going, WTF? Speaking of knocking on the door, I’m waiting for someone to come knocking on my door about my garage.

It’s haunted. Yep. Haunted. MY GARAGE DOOR IS OPENING AND CLOSING. Yeah. All by itself. Repeatedly.

It was fine this morning. It was a little unusual that I was rummaging around in my garage this morning looking for boxes, for my presents, at 4:30 AM (luckily I have lots of boxes. I’m moving, right? Lots o’boxes).

Anyway, when I left for work at 7 AM, everything seemed ok. When I got back at 6:00 tonight I noticed that a kindly neighbor had moved my garbage can in from the street and put it next to my garage door.

I went inside and set my purse down, intending to go right back out to put the garbage can in the garage. But before I even got back out there, I heard the overhead garage door open. I assumed it was John, although I wasn’t expecting him in Santa Fe today. So I went out there, and couldn’t find him, although the garage overhead door was hanging open and the garage light was on. So I went back inside to look for him, and then I heard the garage door close.

Well, by then I was a little freaked out. It’s pitch dark by 6 PM in December. I’ve been up since 3:30 AM and at work for a lot of hours. Luckily, my 7:00 PM coaching client had canceled. (Yeah, I’m not minding the occasional cancelation nowadays, that’s for sure. I’ve been stupid-shit crazy busy.)

Anyway, the garage. Opening and closing. In the dark. By itself. For no reason. So I called John (who was also still at work by the way.) He told me to go outside, get the garage remote control from my car, and put it into the refrigerator. Yes, that not a typo. That’s really what he had me do; put the garage remote in the refrigerator.

Can this day get any weirder?!?! It’s like I’m in one of those strange dreams. I’ve had dreams that are more normal than today. But pinch me again. “Ex’s and Oh’s” is still playing on repeat. The garage door is still going up and down.

So I put the garage remote in the refrigerator (something about a faraday cage. One of us should google that.) Whatever, it didn’t work. So now he’s driving up from Albuquerque to rescue me.