“The only way to get through life is to laugh your way through it. You either have to laugh or cry. I prefer to laugh. Crying gives me a headache.”
Marjorie Pay Hinckley
…I think life has a wonderful sense of humor and often checks to see how elegantly we handle difficult situations…I did do fairly well during this particular situation…but will admit that I did have a meltdown afterwards…poor Mr. P…he is such my knight-in-shining armor…coming to my rescue to “make-it-all-better”…
…the doorbell rang…opening the door (and leaving it open)…I went to the front gate to let the lawn guys in…
Mother nature had been feeling feisty that day and was making herself known…the ocean breezes had been blowing strongly…and with an explosive BANG…she emphatically slammed the front door shut…
I turned…and everything stopped…my breathing…my brain…my world went silent…
I was stuck outside of the house…while some of the the lawn guys and their paraphernalia were working on the front and others were waiting to have access to the back yard…but I had to be inside the house to get to the back and let them in…
Feeling the fool…and probably turning three shades of embarrassed red…I had to tell them that I had locked myself out of the house and they would need to wait until the next week to cut the back…
But now what…I was still locked out…
The redeeming factor…was that earlier Mr. P had said that he thought he had left his glasses at home and was going to come home at lunch and pick them up…well, he should be home any time now…right
Apparently life was not done laughing at me yet…on my phone (in the house)…he had sent a message…he had gone to get in the car and found his glasses…and guess what…he wasn’t coming home for lunch…
So I waited and waited…and started getting a little antsy…walked around the house looking for a magical door to open up somewhere…anywhere…
Finally figuring out that Mr. P was probably not coming home for lunch…my brain starting working on possible solutions…I don’t know anyone…have no phone with me…no windows that I can crawl through…all barred…and just big enough for my arm…definitely not my whole body…
..Think…Renee think…Walking around the front of the house…walking behind the garage…all I could see that might be a possibility were two options…one was through and the other was over…
Behind the garage was Whickey’s doggie entrance in the gate…the gate itself is rather high…didn’t think crawling over was feasible…maybe I could try going through…looked the easiest…down near the ground…tried it…another comedy of errors…or at least I am sure it looked hilarious…a grandmother on her butt with legs first trying to fit through the small opening…
The only other option that I could see was going over the wall near the front door…it seemed a little less intimidating in height than the back gate…still not manageable for a short person…only 5’3″ …without some assistance…of some kind or another…
I started dragging some bricks next to the wall…they wouldn’t stack very well…but I did manage to get three to stay together…but still couldn’t quite get my leg over the top part of the wall…I could see over the top and it had made my heart stop a second…quite a drop…even though it was into our garden bed…it seemed it might be a broken leg or hip in the making…
So I crawled back out of the flowers and walked around house and garage again…if nothing else…I can be very stubborn and persistent…
Back to the doggie door…and then I had that “aha” moment…bells and whistles…I should try going sideways…the door might not be wide enough…but it was fairly tall…
“The three great essentials to achieve anything worthwhile are, first, hard work; second, stick-to-itiveness; third, common sense.”
― Thomas A. Edison
I love Thomas Edison quotes…but disagree with him on the common sense part…most crazy and wonderful dreams…don’t seem to be based in common sense…and in my humble opinion…in life…above all else…persistence is the key…
“Don’t ever give up.
Don’t ever give in.
Don’t ever stop trying.
Don’t ever sell out.
And if you find yourself succumbing to one of the above for a brief moment,
pick yourself up, brush yourself off, whisper a prayer, and start where you left off.
But never, ever, ever give up.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Tempter’s Snare
