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To sensor or not to sensor?

When my nephew Max came to visit us in our new house for the first time two years ago (at age 1 1/2) I was really nervous about the fact that our garage door doesn't have a sensor. Then, when we got Grady last summer, I became even more nervous every time I closed the garage door, thinking he was going to run towards me and get underneath of it.

I was sharing this concern with Pat's Aunt Marilee, and she told me there is a test you can do to determine whether or not you need to get a sensor for your garage door. She explained that you simply put a roll of paper towels under the garage door and close it. If the garage door starts to close, hits the paper towels and then goes back up, you don't need a censor. So I decided to give it a try!
I think it's safe to say we need a sensor! This garage door wasn't going to budge at all! Lucky for my paper towels, they were able to go back to their original shape after the incident. I don't think a human or dog would be so lucky.

Not a project we need to do immediately, but it's something I think would be good to have done before we bring children into this world (or this garage).

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Holly said…
You're just lucky you have a garage. Shawn and I would LOVE to have a garage. I hope you get a sensor and that no one, other than the paper towels, gets hurt. P.S. Who drives the Mazda 3? I have the same car!
7/15/2010 9:35 AM
Emily said…
The mazda 3 is mine! I LOVE it!!!! I got it in December when my old corolla finally bit the dust once and for all.
7/15/2010 12:44 PM
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