This story begins on Monday.  On Monday, Kevin met with a new cleaning lady.  We’d had a service before he was unemployed. Dropped it while he was.  Restarted it now that he isn’t.
Not with the same service (a little iffy with them), but with a new lady that does the houses of several of his new coworkers and came highly recommended.
She cleaned the house on Monday. She was, as stated, thorough and conscientious.  Let me rephrase that.  She was VERY thorough and VERY conscientious. Just how thorough and conscientious took me four days to discover.
Fast forward four days. Friday morning.  I wake up; get up.  Took Kevin to the airport the night before, so it’s a qiuiet morning. Get all dressed.  Feed the cats.  Get the paper before starting in on the cereal. We have a weekend subscription to the paper – Friday, Saturday, Sunday. It’s a nice treat to read the paper on Fridays while eating breakfast.
So. Out to get the paper, back to the porch to discover just how Very Thorough and Very Coscientious our new cleaning lady is. She wants to make sure the house is secure when she leaves. She uses her new key to lock the deadbolt – and the door.  The doorknob. Which we never lock.  Which we never check because we never lock it. Which is now locked.
Which puts me and the newspaper outside, without a coat, without a key, without a phone, without a spouse – locked out of my house.
It’s hovering around 40 degrees. Â It’s 7:15 in the morning. Â The Kroger – nearest source of a phone and a phone book – is a mile away.
So yes.  I walk.  A mile there.  A mile back. A two mile stroll in two inch heels.  On the jogging trail, which I am grateful exists and am very grateful it is level, but would have liked it to have been paved.    I tell myself I am glad I am fully dressed.  I list the five pairs of shoes in my wardrobe that would be less comfortable to hike in.
While I am walking, the temperature is actually a good thing. Then I get back to the house, and wait for the locksmith. He arrives at 9:00, but as I have no watch I have no idea of how much time passes.   All I know is that sitting still, it is cold outside.
Locksmith gets out of his enclosed truck, walks up all friendly, says ‘Beautiful day, isn’t it? Wonderful weather.’  Sigh.
He comes, happy ending, I get back into the house (only $50, which is nice). I warm up. I go to work and adjust my timesheet to show 1 1/2 hours of personal leave.  I discover that I have blisters on both of my feet. I am glad I have a desk job.
I eat fast food for lunch, and I biggie size it. I’ve earned those calories, drat it, and I need comfort food.
And yes. Â The rest of my day seemed just marvelous. Â Â Made my to-do list for the weekend with the most unflappable aplomb.
To Do.
Item 1. Make extra house keys.