Day 5 - POST BLIZZARD 2015

Saturday! The weekend, alleluia! Slow day. My only plans are to rest, forget about the past week, and bring supper to my Mamacita.  I get all ready, put the food bag at the door, and decide at the last minute to empty my recycling. First box, no problem. I go back to get the second box, empty it, and upon returning to my door, cannot get back into my apartment (aka the cottage!). What? I was sure I hadn't locked it. Positive even! So I think, "Thank goodness my keys are in my pocket!".  I put the key in the lock, but nothing happens. The door will NOT OPEN! I play with it for a good five minutes, pushing, tugging, twisting, jiggling, and YANKING! Nothing. 

So, where do I go, for the third time in as many days? I trudge upstairs to my landlord's place. Thank goodness he is home. He comes down, tries to open the door, and asks all the usual questions that a man would ask, and more than once, I might add. It doesn't matter how many times you answer the same question. "No, I didn't lock it".  "Yes, I noticed it was getting harder to turn at times, but I thought it was just ice stuck at the bottom of the door." "No, I don't have anything else open in the apartment, to crawl through."  "Yes, everything is locked."  I am woman who lives alone on a deserted beach.  Wouldn't you have everything locked?

The lock needs to replaced.  I have now figured that out. My landlord says that since it is too late to get a new lock, it, will have to be done on Monday.  "Well, isn't that wonderful?" I think. Now I am homeless!"  He is still jiggling with the door handle and asking questions, so... "Yes, I noticed it was getting harder to open, but...I was busy trying to get to work! I didn't want to bother you or your wife, again."

Then I ask him if he couldn't just do what they do in the movies, and throw all his weight at the door, or better yet, KICK it hard?  It always works in the movies! No, this would necesitate his replacing the entire door frame as well as the lock.  So I am standing there, thinking, "Welcome to my nightmare", when he stops jiggling the handle, throws his shoulder into the door, and lo and behold, it opens! My second alleluia of the day, escapes my lips.

The lock needs replacing, because ICE has gotten into it from the BLIZZARD, and ruined it.  Anyway, as long as I don't lock it, I can get in and out. That is all that I care about!  Vimy and I go happily on our way, having met yet another misadventure head on!

Don't anyone tell me I need a man!