If you can’t laugh at yourself . . .

Hi everyone,

Yesterday morning’s adventure:

1. My phone stopped working two nights ago. It rings once and then Verizon Wireless (or something) ends the call. I was going to take the phone in yesterday morning but didn’t get a chance to because:
2. I fixed Bloody Mary’s and brought them to the living room. Sandy had stepped outside to pluck dead blossoms from the hibiscus plants. I followed her out to take her drink and closed the door behind me. When I heard the click I knew we were in trouble. Sandy sometimes forgets to turn off the lock. I always double check her. Yesterday morning I didn’t. Her phone was inside. I was in my pajamas. No key. Locked out.
3. Our neighbor across the street is out of town. She has no key but would have let us in to use a phone, and Sandy needed a restroom.
4. I texted Robin. She tried to call but of course that didn’t work. I texted that we needed her key. My messages weren’t making sense to her.
5. I texted grandson Kris. At first he didn’t get it either. I had a fine time trying to get through that we were locked out and needed them to bring their key.
6. Sandy and I both tried again to get our garage keypad to work. It hasn’t worked in ages. Still doesn’t.
7. Kris and his dad were out working together. He and Tim went home, got the spare key, and started our way. We didn’t know it yet.
8. Robin finally responded that the guys were on their way just as they walked around the corner with the key.
9. I tried to put the key into the lock on a patio door. The key didn’t work. Sandy insisted that it was the right key. She tried it in every door on the back.
10. I kept saying it was not the right key. Pajama-clad, I took the key around to the front door. It didn’t fit that lock either.
11. Back to the back yard. I sent Jeff a text in Oregon about the keypad to see if he had some ideas.
12. At that moment Sandy walked out onto the patio and waved and laughed.
13. I asked her how the $#^@ she got inside.
14. The front door had been unlocked the whole time. When Sandy went over to feed our neighbor’s cat that morning, she didn’t think to lock the door when she came home.

And that, friends, is how we spent much of our Saturday morning.

Found art

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Hi everyone,

Yesterday I spotted this lone bagworm attached to the side of a house. It brought back memories of when we lived on Cherry Street in Springfield and our shrubs were being eaten alive by bagworms. We paid Robin and Jeff to pluck them off. As I recall, the going rate was five cents each.

Neither sibling found the job to their liking. We haven’t heard the last of it yet. I told them that when I was a kid I had the same chore at our house and didn’t get paid at all. They didn’t care about my stories of the old days.

I sent Jeff this picture last night and told him he missed one. He said for $100 he’d pluck it. Inflation is a terrible thing. For that matter, so is a smart alec.

If the picture prompts a poem or two, have at it.