Monday, November 15, 2010
Once inside, I dropped to the floor, then ran up the basement stairs into the main house. After I'd thrown on some jeans and a sweatshirt, I went back outside, replaced the basement window. Able to rescue my dress and my beloved London Fog raincoat, I was pleased at my resourcefulness. By the time hubby came home, I had dinner on the table. I recounted my adventure and, dutifly impressed, he apologized for forgetting to leave the key.
That should have been the end of the story, but of course, a few weeks later, the key was again missing from under the mat. This time there was snow on the ground...cold, wet, icy, snow. Without hesitation, I grabbed a piece of firewood from the small pile on the porch, slammed it against a pane in the door window, reached through the hole in the shattered glass, and let my fully-clothed self in.