“Aha!” I said to myself. “Self, you NEED one of these puppies.” Why, you ask? Because this was the view under my garage door:
In bad weather, arctic gales blew through that gap. My estate groundskeepers blew clippings and lawn detritus into the garage through that gap. God only knows what sort of creatures visited the garage through that gap.
The gap had to go.
So I ordered the threshold as a Christmas gift for my house. (If you want one, just click on the first picture, it’ll take you to the store.) Then I waffled around and didn’t install it until last weekend. If you live in my part of the world, you’ll recall that last weekend was a balmy 70-something degrees, so I finally pulled myself together and tackled this project.
It’s not rocket science. You unroll the thing, position it under the garage door, trim it to fit, and glue it down. (I may have gotten the teeniest bit buzzed from the industrial strength glue.) The trimming part wasn’t much fun, but on the whole…a piece of cake. Not a tiered with cherry filling and chocolate ganache kind of cake, but a standard sheet cake, nonetheless.
It’s not perfect, but it’s much, much better. Can I tell you how happy I am I did this? I think today’s high might have risen all the way up to 20 degrees. The cats and I huddled together for warmth all day.
OK, the cats and I pretty much always huddle together because that’s the nature of cats, but Charlie does make a fine ankle warmer.
Back to the threshold: I can tell a big difference in the garage temperature. Also the temp in my laundry room, right off the garage. I’m quite smug about the whole thing.
Now if I could just figure out how to fix my drafty windows…