KEYLESS AND CLUELESS

I’m back, and still hanging in there. Lots of water under the bridge and over the dam since I paused my blog almost a year ago. Too much to tell today. But last May I moved from Bel Air to the Roland Park area of Baltimore to be near my family.  A first floor apartment in a big, old house with a fenced yard, perfect for me and my little dog, Angel. Best of all, close to my adorable grandchildren: Nolan now six, Jack five, and Maeve two. (And, of course, their parents.)

What prompted me to revive “The Perils” now?  I needed to compose something  to share with a class, “Open Studio for Prose Writers,” at Notre Dame of Maryland’s Renaissance Institute. Took the course  last term, was going to register for something else this spring. But. . .Angel and I recently met Amanda, a classmate, in the same spot, in front of my apartment, on two different days. Coincidence or karma?  Couldn’t resist her compliments on my scribbling.  So here’s my latest adventure.

One bitterly cold Sunday morning, Angel and I were ready for a walk. Angel bundled up in her hot pink sweater. Me in hat, gloves, boots and puffy coat. Weird weather lately, one day a balmy 65 degrees, another below freezing.  I turned the inside doorknob to the lock position, stepped outside, and pulled the door firmly shut.  Then reached in my pocket for my keys to lock the deadbolt. Panic ensued.

They were still on the coffee table.  So was my cell phone.  I dashed around to several neighbors’ houses, knocking, ringing doorbells, hoping to borrow one to call my son.  No answer. Everybody at church?  Or just avoiding me?  Suddenly an inspiration from on high.  Or, now that I think of it, maybe from below?

There was an unlocked window — I’d been opening it often on mild days. Now, I’m well aware that what I was about to do was too frisky and risky at the age of 87. At any age. My son, an occupational therapist at a nursing home, constantly reminds me to be careful, especially about falling.   I knew he’d be horrified if he knew what his mother was up to. He was, when I told him the next day.  Too good to keep to myself.

I proceeded with my plan.  Brought a chair from the yard to stand on, ould only reach the sill, put another chair on top and stood on that. Raised the window high enough to fit me and my puffy coat.  And after much pulling, twisting, grunting, sweating, cussing and praying — I landed safely on the sofa inside. Amen!

Then Angel and I walked to Eddie’s grocery for the Sunday New York Times.  She got her usual dog biscuit there.  And I rewarded myself  with a venti half decaf vanilla latte at Starbucks.

 

 

 

 

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11 Comments »

  1. Christine Jackson said

    Welcome back to the blogosphere! Oh, to have a picture of your break-in. As always, I enjoy your ability to paint a vibrant picture with words and to find the humor in every situation. Please don’t wait so long for your next entry.

    • Thanks for your comment, Christine. Hope to write a post every month,at least. Meant to tell you how much I enjoyed your Christmas/New Year newsletter.
      Love,Aunt Eileen

    • Hi again Chris:
      Edited the post — assignment for this week’s class. Take a look. Think it’s a bit better.
      Love,Aunt Eileen

  2. Christine Copeland said

    A chair on top of a chair with you on top? Jeeesh. Risky business Aunt E. Xoxo

  3. Kristina M. Rus said

    So glad you’re back! Hope we’ll talk soon!

  4. Kathleen Runacres said

    hi Eileen.. welcome back!!! I am so happy that you are back writing your blog again .. always enjoyed reading it and it’s so good that you are back.. I am having my hair done and have time to read my emails. I was so happy to come across yours.. take care Eileen and hopefully I will talk to you soon. Kathleen R😘

    Sent from my iPhone

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    • Thanks, Kathy! Glad to see some “followers” are still out there. I’ve revised the post for my class. Think it’s better now. Take a look at perilsofeileen.com . Will call you soon. xo Eileen

      P.S.Highlight of my day — minded Nolan a few hours this morning. Poor little guy getting over the flu. We played checkers and Slap Jack. (Of course he mostly won. Very clever child.)

  5. Mary Beeckman said

    Hi Eileen, So glad to read Perils again! I did not send out CC’s in December. I had surgery in Jan. ’19. And am doing pretty well but not as quickly as when I was younger. Regards, Mary B.

    Sent from Mail for Windows 10

    • Good to hear from you, Mary. Glad your surgery is over and you’re doing “pretty well.” “Very well” would be better, but takes longer now, I’ve learned. xo Eileen

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