Different home - different story!
- First off, Tuesday morning Thomas left for Albuquerque for a few days of meetings.
- Secondly, Wednesday was a warm day, but a windy, windy evening. I hadn't opened up any windows or anything like that. However, I had changed into a pair of Tom's old shorts (they'll stay up rolled up at the waist) and a sports bra and walked the stairs in the house for half an hour while the potatoes started roasting for breakfast burritos.
- Third, I decided to make breakfast burritos and got a little side tracked, so I didn't get my dinner in the oven until 7:30 pm - after I added the cheese and eggs to the potatoes.
After kicking and pushing and trying to jostle the door open, I realize it is not a big deal - I can go in through the front door with the hidden spare key - we planned for this! Feeling confident that I will soon be pulling my dinner out of the oven and sitting down to eat, I approach the front door to find that its storm door is dead-bolted. Now the adrenaline starts pumping.
I am locked out of the house, and there is no key anywhere that can let me in. I don't have a phone on me or car key. Oh, and I'm also still in Tom's shorts and a sports bra. Thank goodness I still had my shoes on! I find a fleece in the back of my car and run around the house just to make sure that I haven't overlooked an open window. The nearest neighbor is living in town, the next nearest neighbor isn't home, so the next nearest neighbor - that's where I am running to!
I use the neighbor's phone to call Mom and Pop, then Daniel and Julie. When Julie asks where Thomas is and I tell her Albuquerque, she finds Daniel real quick. With Daniel on his way, the neighbor loans me his cordless driver, and I run home, pulling up the shorts that were no longer rolled at the waist and trying to vent the fleece that was making me sweaty. Plus I have to pee!
Daniel assesses the situation as I relieve myself on the other side of the shed. All his jostling is for naught, and we cannot pry the frame away from the door to slip the handle. Gratefully, I don't have to "go" anymore because I almost fall over laughing when the door handle breaks off in his hand. Meanwhile the security light only stays on for a minute before needing someone to jump around to turn it back on. He agrees with my plan - unscrew the door frame and just remove the whole darn thing. Of course, Tom & I installed it with heavy silicone and probably liquid nails, so really we remove the door frame and the trim to which it was firmly attached.
We work fast - probably only locked out 40 minutes. As the adrenaline wears off, so does my humor - I am tired, don't want to roll burritos, and miss Tom. My dinner is extra crispy, but not ruined. How grateful I am for the neighbor's help and Daniel's help and getting to go to bed early! At least we know the house is secure!