Yesterday after the LRB's birthday party, the temperature started to drop, and the wind picked up, and I nearly froze walking home from the party. I'd just walked in our door when I realized that I'd left something at my son's house. Because it was so cold, instead of walking back across the road, I grabbed the keys to the Cherokee, drove to Son #2's house, and left the car running while I ran inside to get my stuff. When I went back to the car, I discovered that it had locked itself. RUNNING.
SHIT! Now I've got to walk home in the cold to get the spare key.
You may remember that The Husband bought this old car from an estate sale. What I did not know was that he'd gotten only ONE KEY.
The Husband grabbed a wire coat hanger and headed across the road. I started making phone calls. It was 5 p.m., and all of the car dealership service departments had closed, so we could not get a key made. I called a locksmith. No answer, straight to voice mail. SHIT!
I went back across the road and started calling/texting relatives on the hill to see if anyone had anything that might help us break into the car. Son #2 and The Husband were out in the cold, freezing, trying to burgle the car with the coat hanger. Just then, the locksmith texted me and said he could be here in 20 minutes. One minute later, my son managed to pull up the lock button with the coat hanger. I was able to catch the locksmith and cancel the call before he headed out.
Thank goodness this crazy locking business didn't happen to us while we were on the road. We'll be getting a spare key made this week!
Granddaughter #1 was originally planning to head back to college tomorrow (Monday), but the weather-persons started predicting bad weather for Monday, she decided to leave today to get ahead of it. I just went out to the porch to discover that it's snowing, already. I'm praying that it quits SOON, before the roads get too nasty, and that she has a safe trip back to school.
In yesterday's mail was a box addressed to me. It was a wood-carving kit, with two blocks of balsa wood, a knife, a bird pattern, and some miscellaneous finishing supplies. No note. Though at first she pretended not to know anything about it, my BFF finally 'fessed up. Said it was a retirement gift.
Pray I don't do permanent, serious nerve damage with this knife. ;)
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