Tempermental and very cold garage doors

Well the winter temperatures have finally arrived in Cali and the Mr. has new reasons for draping odd pieces of material over our banana tree, avocado tree, and large fern. He currently is battling the twin trunked oak in our front yard and draping Christmas lights. Now all of this is fine and good, but we had an issue this morning. This has been an ongoing problem and the Mr.'s excuses, er reasons for the mishaps are really wearing thin. We have a roll up automatic garage door with opener. It is fairly new, 4 1/2 years old, but now it has suddenly developed some sort of arthritic condition. It will not close when it is cold. Now that's not a problem, unless it's 36 degrees and you need to leave the house at 7:15 a.m. The flippin' door refuses to close! Now the Mr. said he fixed it. He took all the rollers and ground off any rough spots, cleaned the tracks, and inspected it thoroughly and pronounced, "It's Just Fine." Hmmmmm....don't you think something needs to be greased or WD 40'd, sweetie? No, it's fine. It is just a little tempermental in the cold weather. Huh? My knees and hands are tempermental in the cold weather, but the garage door?

Needless to say, this morning in a brain burp of "Mom will take care of it.", the Mr. left for a day of pheasant hunting and the garage door remained up. He left at 6:45. I was due at church at 7:30 because I needed to work the espresso cart. I began trying to shut the door when he left. No luck. Now you all are shouting at the blog, "Pull the emergency garage door cord and the door will come down!" Well, you'd think that would happen, but no..... I was a little cranky. Trying to call the Mr. on his cell, and I do believe he was ignoring me, I was getting a little more cranky. Needless to say, when I finally reached him, the answer was "Pull the cord, release the door, and pull the door down manually. Well that's fine for normal sized persons, but being vertically challenged, the pulling part was a bit dicey. I did manage to get the door down with the help of a step ladder, drop my keys and dislodge my clicker which locks my car and sets it alarm, and end up late for the espresso cart. Sheesh! Well the Mr. fixed the arthritic garage door by greasing some very important pulleys or wheels or some sort of something. Is that like taking 2 aspirin and calling the doctor in the morning? I guess the arthritic door is cured until the next cold snap.