Sunday, March 17, 2013
Its a beautiful morning when you can break into your own house! I have a numerical door lock and every once in a while it jams on locked. in other words not often enough to have hidden a key under a rock.
Its 35 and the snow I walked through was seeping mud as I circled my prey. I pretty much coated myself with winter dust and was nearly out of options on first floor windows when I found one sadly low enough to open but too high to scale. Back and forth I went through the golden barbery hedge with an illfated milk crate, a chair.
Mind you, I still had not had coffee, as this was the dog's constitutional morning stroll. No gloves, no coat, just a hat and a white polar fleece. And as added bonus, gladly, no neighbors phone the police. I was too sleepy to be cold and clumsily experimented with what body part to put in the window first. I did that hand walk you do with your toes on the big yoga ball, except my toes were on the window sill. I found myself lying on the floor, thinking "I learned that on a spark video, "and then, "do I count the calories"?
Hide a box key, hardware store for key copy. Going now.