I made a big giant jump in telling my car door story. We are home and Jack is still deciding what his next step will be. There is a part of the story which I do not share and must do so to help you understand here.
We live in a sweet little "carriage" house so named by our builder. This house has all the things a grand house has, except smaller and less in size. This small house seems just right for empty nesters. Our garage is the envy of the neighborhood as we can get both cars easily in. However, Jack's car is a big one. No problem getting it in, but the right side passengers must exit the car before the car enters the garage. No room for opening doors completely.
In my mind, you all know that because it seems like you all have been right here. I must exit the car before the car enters the garage. Then Jack drives into the space. It is no big deal. He would gladly help me from the car and then drive it in, but that seems silly. So I hop out. That is where the problem is. Hopping out and closing the door.
I will keep you all posted. We are still talking which is a good thing. Right?
Let's not rush Part 2. Thinking is good and Cat, I have shown him your comment.