I was mowing the yard the other day and as
requested by my bride, I closed the garage door to keep the clippings from
blowing into the garage. She has a thing
for junk blowing into the garage and onto the newly washed cars, as I have a
thing about arguing on topics I can’t win.
So
I close the garage door and do my outside job.
Her domain is the house; mine is the outside. She freaks when MY bugs come into the house;
I dutifully punish them with summary execution. You have to keep order with
strict rules or anarchy will preside and it will be late nights keeping the
crowds at bay.
BUT on this particular occasion I took a
long time to get the work accomplished.
When I finished putting all the tools away I walked up the back stairs to
discover the kitchen door was locked. I
knocked on the door, but there was no answer.
She must be upstairs, I reasoned, and if she were vacuuming she didn’t
hear me. That was ok, because I had a
spare back door key hidden in my work belt hanging over my work bench. But I found out when trying it, that key worked
for the old lock, the one before we turned our house into a fortress. I
replaced that lock last fall, and added a deadbolt to increase the notion of
security in our home.
The rest of this story is I had to resort to pounding
heavily on the door to be let in. The
downside is that now I am aware how easy it would be for me to get truly locked
out of my house. When the garage door is
down, the drawbridge is up. I
might-could break the glass in the garage door, but that would only win me
access into the garage. I have no way of
getting into the house itself. All of
the down stair windows have bars over them, another safety device installed not
too long ago, so how would I get in?
I can’t…or couldn’t….
So I’ve decided
to handcuff Montse to something in the house and she is forbidden to ever leave
without me due to my fear of being locked out. I told her of my solution right after writing
this blurb.
She smiled and sent me
outside to trim the verb. I’m thinking I better get a sleeping bag to store in
the garage just in case.
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