I always leave a house key hidden outside, so that friends and family can have access to my home, if need be, when I am away. Every once in a while I change the hiding spot. This week I decided to change my hiding spot. HOWEVER, I neglected to do ONE thing. I didn't move the key to a new spot. I simply moved it inside, while I pondered where its new home would be.
So, the law of averages says I would lock myself out. So course I did! My sweet sis-in-law and I were leaving my place after a nice lunch, she to return home, and me, to get to an appointment. As soon as I closed the door, I knew I had the wrong keys in my hand. Bless her heart, SSIL took me to my appointment. I made it with a minute to spare. The idea of being tardy is abhorrent to me, and there was no question of canceling this appointment. I was so grateful to have made it.
I remembered that my Handy Bro had a key. My sweet sis-in-law offered to go get the key, come back and get me in an hour, and take me home. Did I already say "Bless her heart?" She turned into the driveway, as I was stepping out my doctor's door. Great timing! I inspected the key she gave me from my brother. It didn't look like the right one AT ALL. Telling me that he had a mitt full of keys, took one out and told her, "I think it might be this one, but I'm NOT sure", was not too reassuring.
Driving home, my mind is planning ahead. What if the key doesn't fit? What are my options? Everything is locked up tight, windows and doors, because of the heat wave and my heat pump. Do I impose on my sweet sis-in-law to drive me to my brother's house to go through that mitt full of keys? Did I mention that on my way, I had texted Baby Bro (Frerôt), and asked him to check if I had given him a spare key? He is checking his keys and his car.
EUREKA! I am getting new window panes put in tomorrow, in both bedrooms. I can get my ladder out of the shed (I have THOSE keys on me!), climb up to the guest room window, and BREAK the glass with something heavy: I can then crawl through and open the door. Voilà! Cheaper than paying a locksmith! My sweet sis-in-law reminds me that we could have thundershowers, or rain, between now and then. True! So I shelf that idea for the time being.
At home, I hold my breath and insert the key. It doesn't turn at first, but I jiggle it back and forth, and wonder of wonders, my door opens. How do you spell relief? My sweet sis-in-law is on her way, with a big hug from me, and I jump into Jiminy Cricket to go fetch Vimy at dogie day care. I drop him off and make my hot yoga class, with 10 minutes to spare. My spare key is safely ensconced in it's new hiding place, before I leave. LIFE IS GOOD AGAIN!
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