“I was an accomplice in my own frustration.”

Last night it rained. I could hear it on the roof and windows. The warm day disappeared into a colder night, but it didn’t last. The morning is beautiful, a fall morning with sun, a strong breeze and a beautiful blue sky. The high will be 49˚, almost tropical for this time of year.

When I was a kid, I didn’t count the days until Thanksgiving. I reserved my counting for the days before Christmas. Thanksgiving was a half week of school and dinner. My father and grandfather always went to the local high school’s traditional Thanksgiving game though none of us even went to school there. I don’t remember about my grandfather, but my father loved football. He was a Giants fan before the Patriots existed. I remember him watching the game on Sundays on our old black and white TV. The only name I remember is Y.A. Tittle.

Last night, or rather when it had just turned into today, at 12:30, the dogs went out. I watched from the back door, and when I noticed Nala stayed on the deck, I went outside to encourage her. Henry finished and went inside then Nala went through the dog door into the house. I went to follow but the door handle had locked. This has happened before, but I was inside each time it did. I banged the door handle but nothing happened except my frustration grew. The dogs were inside watching and listening. The front door was locked. All the houses around me were dark, no help there. I looked for something to use as a screwdriver so I could get the handle off but had no luck. I tried to take off the dog door but couldn’t. Nala joined me outside and watched, highly entertained I suspect. I banged the handle and screamed in frustration. All I could figure was I’d need to break a window on the cellar door. I screamed again and banged the handle three or four times. I envisioned being stuck outside on a cold night with the dogs inside comfy and warm. I pulled at the bottom of the door knowing it would do no good, but I had to keep trying. My hand hurt from banging the hands over and over, but I banged it again then tried the handle. Give me a halleluia! The door opened. A Thanksgiving miracle! I’m taping the lock.

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14 Comments on ““I was an accomplice in my own frustration.””

  1. Christer. Says:

    I’m sorry but I did laugh out loud when I read about the door handle 🙂 🙂 I’ve done the same thing but eventually had to break a window to get inside again.

    A storm passing by today but sunny and warm so i enjoyed it fully 🙂

    Have a great day!


  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Yes I remember Yelberton Abraham Tittle Jr. and Frank Gifford, Rosey Grier, and Sam Huff from those New York Giant teams. Imagine going through school with the first name Yelberton. 🙂

    This morning we didn’t get to freezing but only 35°. This afternoon the sun is shining and the temperature is a mild 61°. My spouse turned on the heat for the first time last night and set the thermostat to 60°. She said the heat came on but I didn’t notice it when I got up. She likes ithe temperature colder and I like it warmer.

    Sorry to hear that you nearly locked yourself out in the backyard. Obviously, the door stuck. I can’t imagine being locked out. Did you have your phone? I never go out in the backyard without my keys and my phone. Several times earlier in the fall I would sit outside on the patio after work and my son would lock the door before checking if anyone was out back. At least with a phone I can call someone.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      No wonder he was called Y.A. IO remember the other players who mentioned. I didn’t watch with my father, but I did play in the living room while the games were on TV so I must have absorbed something.

      I keep y house at 68˚ during the day and 65˚ during the night I’m finding that is too warm with two dogs keeping me warm, but I also have to think about the kitties. They like to be warm.

      The lock on the storm door is a push lock, a small piece of metal. I didn’t touch it but somehow it had a mind of its own. I didn’t have my phone. I was on the deck right outside the kitchen door. It was a shock when the door wouldn’t open. From now on I’ll bring the keys which would let me in the front door. There is no key for the storm.

      I was so happy when the door unlocked. I guess it was all the banging on the door handle.

      • Bob Says:

        Of course you recognize some of those players. Frank Gifford’s last wife was the TV personality Kathie Lee Gifford. After Rosey Grier ended his football career he went into show business and appeared in TV shows and movies. Sam Huff was just a linebacker.

      • katry Says:

        I never liked Kathie Lee Gifford. I loved that Rosey did needlepoint. Those big hands and fingers did delicate work.

  3. lilydark Says:

    You should write that as a short story. I didn’t laugh ( crossing my paws ) Yes I’ll give you a a halleluia–I’ll even play the Youtube version in your honor! Thanksgiving isn’t really an important holiday for me. Do you think a turkey will be pardoned?
    It’s cold and rainy here, so I am not even going out to check the mail.

    Please take care,
    Lori and Ms. Cookie

    • katry Says:

      Hi Lori,
      A turkey is pardoned every year. Even the last president pardoned a turkey. No, I don’t mean Bannon.

      Thanksgiving always meant the family getting together and having a special meal. I always helped my mother prepare After my father passed, my mother came down here for Thanksgiving.

      It was a nice day though a bit chilly.

  4. lilydark Says:

    Your joke made me giggle!

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