Window to the soul

It’s been a fairly rough week.
The problems all started several weeks ago when my parents visited. Their car is nicer than mine so I let them park inside the heated (and probably better protected) garage while I parked outside. This was about the time we had a huge dump of snow and freezing temperatures. When they were done staying in my parking place, I brushed the snow off my car, drove it to the entrance, buzzed myself in and parked. That was where the problem started.
Ever since that time, my driver’s side window has been sticking a little. It felt fairly hard to roll it down. So on Tuesday I got suspicious of it and did something stupid. It was only when I had rolled it all the way down that I realized that I had left myself open to disaster. What if I can’t close it? Sure enough, I couldn’t. It looked like it wasn’t in the track anymore. And the whole door rattled like the window was loose.
Fortunately this was about the time the chinook hit Edmonton, so it wasn’t too bad. I could get it halfway up and if I had the heater on full blast, I was fine. When I parked I had it open all the way, so it could be mistaken as a window instead of a half open window.
It was two days before I could a professional to look at it. A Honda is a solidly built car; well the engine is. You can drive it while everything else is falling apart around it. And that is what happened. When my car was very cold and I opened the window to buzz myself in, the stress of ten years finally hit the window mechanism. They were able to close it, with the advice that I don’t use it much. I’m going with the plan not to use it at all. Until I can get it replaced.