Bob and I went out to walk the dogs, and just as he closed the door (too late), I asked "did you unlock the door?" Of course it wasn't unlocked, and the "hidden just for emergencies like this" key wasn't where it was supposed to be. (Granddaughter Olivia had warned us about that one!)
Living in the country, as we do, everything is locked up
tight. The only thing unlocked was the small window, above the kitchen sink. It
sits several feet above our back deck and isn't easily accessible because of a
gap between the deck and the wall. I had
turned the cooler that I found in the carport storage on end, to make it a
little taller, but it was very unsteady.
I wasn't at all thrilled with the idea of Bob climbing onto
that cooler and trying to get through the window, and I was even less thrilled
about doing it myself! I was actually relieved that he couldn't manage it. I
climbed onto the cooler and there I hung, suspended in air, head above the sink
and the rest of me, outside. Bob was
telling me what to do with my left leg, and I was thinking "does he not
realize that I'm 72 and these bones no longer move like that!" (they never
did!)
About that time, the little black dog came into the kitchen
and looked up at me......with one of those "what are you doing, now?"
looks. I wondered why I hadn't taught
her something more useful than bringing me a toy to throw. The keys were on the
counter......if only she could reach them!
It was at this point (actually it was when I climbed onto the
cooler) that I knew I wasn't going into that window. I suggested it was time that I go next door and awaken my much younger cousin. Brian didn't seem to mind being
awakened early, on a Sunday morning.
He came over - looked at the open window and commented "Piece
of cake!" And, quick as a wink, he was onto the cooler ....through the window, in the sink...and the door was open!
Thankful for sweet, younger, agile cousin/neighbor Brian Tom Sullivan!! This wasn't the first time he has helped us, and I'm sure it won't be the last.
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