“The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.”
The morning is again perfect, bright, sunny and cool. Last night was chilly, and I fell asleep snuggled under the spread. It was delightful. I can hardly wait to get out and enjoy the day.
Standing on the deck yelling, “Hello, anybody?” for about a half hour finally got the attention of my neighbor who was nice enough to come over and save me. Earlier, I had carried the heavy watering can outside to the deck to refill the fountain and the bird bath and to water the plants. When I was finished and wanted to go back inside the house, I found the screen door had somehow locked behind me. I’m guessing the watering can I was carrying must have hit the handle and the lock. I was stuck outside on the deck, a pleasant enough place but one bereft of a bathroom. I knew I couldn’t scale the fence or go through the dog door and, other than my teeth, I had no way to rip the screen to get at the handle so there I was, a pathetic sight, yelling, “Hello! Hello!” and waving my arms at cars. At least nobody waved back at me. That would have been the worst. For now on, I’m bringing the phone.
When I was around nine, I got lost at the drive-in. As was the custom back then, I was dressed in my robe and pajamas. During the movie, I needed to go to the bathroom, and my dad said he’d walk with me, but I assured him I was fine. I got to the bathroom, finished and walked right back to the car only to find it gone. My first thought was they had left me, but that was the raving of a forlorn soul dressed in pajamas and lost among the rows and rows of cars. I stood there a minute or two then started wandering up and down looking for the car. I never found it. Finally, I went to the refreshment stand and told someone I was lost. They interrupted the movie to announce on the speakers, “Would the parents of Kathleen Ryan please come to the refreshment stand.” When my father came, I felt relieved and safe. This morning, I felt silly.
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July 2, 2010 at 12:37 pm
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July 2, 2010 at 4:30 pm
John,
Now I really want to hear the stories!
July 2, 2010 at 1:26 pm
The day has benn hotter than H… to be honest 🙂 At least inside at work beside that enormous washing machine and the equally big paint owen.But it reached 87,1 in the shadow today so it was surly nice outside in the nice breeze.
I would most probably been the one that waved back with a big smile driving by I´m afraid 🙂 🙂 At the same time thinking that You really was a nice lady or maybe a bit crazy 🙂
No one in my family has a sence of direction (no matter what my next oldest brother says 🙂 ), so I can´t remember the first time I got lost. Nowdays i´m so used to it that i most often has fun finding my way back 🙂
I remember when I was looking for a house I wanted to buy. I think I drove through all of that county before I found the place 🙂 🙂 I even got lost in the small village I work at and i had lived near by for over three years 🙂 🙂 🙂 That´s why I work in that factory today. I walked in there for directions to the place I was going to and got my job 🙂
Have a great day now!
Christer.
July 2, 2010 at 4:33 pm
Christer,
I wish I could share today with you. It was about 72°all day with a lovely breeze. It is even a but chilly in the shade. Tonight will be sweatshirt weather.
I actually have a really good sense of direction. Most times I can find my way almost anywhere. My mother and my sister never shared that sense of direction. They were always getting lost. I thought it pretty funny!
July 2, 2010 at 3:08 pm
At my grandmother’s house, there was a key hidden under the deck — so they were never locked out, and neither were we. We knew it was in the corner — suspended via a bread tie from one of those tiny mug hooks (the ones that you can never imagine would hold a mug) on the inside of deck framing — but you always knew you were going to end up finding a cobweb first before you groped into the right spot. Needing to find it in the winter was the worst, though, since that required trekking through the snow/slush/mud, removing your mitten, and then finding the cobwebs. But we never were locked out!
July 2, 2010 at 4:35 pm
sprite,
That hidden key would work just fine except it was the screen door with the little latch on the handle which locked.
I had a hidden key for the backdoor, but I removed it. With all the new fencing, I’d never get into the backyard to use the door without killing myself by falling.
July 2, 2010 at 8:12 pm
I think you wrote about this once before but what an improvement. I could feel your loneliness in this post. Lost at a drive in movie. What a hoot. Isn’t it always a time wonder why, when you are lost, God doesn’t jump down and say “go this way”! He/she never did for me and I’ve been in worst scrapes than you lost at a drive in. I’m LOL right now re-reading your post. Thanks. And I’m so glad someone rescued you from your garden.
July 2, 2010 at 10:10 pm
Z&Me,
I remembered when I was writing this that I had written about it before, but it just seemed to fit so well with the adult me stranded on the back deck.
I felt silly standing there and waving my arms and periodically yelling, “Hello? Hello?”