b is away this weekend. He flew to Large Southern Hub City to teach his first wilderness first aid course. He was a little nervous before he left but is doing great.
Today was the first BBB in the new house. We read Truth and Beauty. I expected a large crowd but there were several last minute cancellations. I wanted to have a fire in the fireplace but it was a warm day.
I baked these cookies.
They are delicious but perhaps a too peanut-buttery for my guests? I have way too many leftover. I also made my sure-fire brownie recipe but some guests arrived before I had finished mixing the batter and I messed it up. I think I made fudge.
One guest brought a lovely loaf of No-Knead Bread she had just baked and luckily I had some aged cheddar on hand. That was a big hit, along with the grapes and cherries.
So the day was beautiful, the house was lovely, the food and guests superb. We had a rather lively discussion as we had very differing opinions on the friendship portrayed in the book. Things were winding down and people were making ready to go when one guest got locked in the bathroom. At first we just heard a lot of knob turning and it took us a while to realize she was truly stuck.
Another guest, known for being handy around the house, tried to help. Soon we were all gathered around the bathroom. We slid the key back and forth under the door but could not get it open. I got a screwdriver but was quickly informed that it would not make a difference. The doors in our house have all their original locks (from some time in the 1940s). They are quite quaint but, it would seem, temperamental.
My guest ended up climbing out the window and into the backyard. After everyone left I called b. Obviously there was nothing he could do from Large Southern Hub City but he is generally my starting point for all problems. I then called a locksmith. Turns out there's a franchise locksmith called "Pop-A-Lock" that shows up within 30 minutes to unlock your door (the Domino's of the locksmith world).
A very nice gentleman arrived at my door in 15 minutes. He ended up having to climb into the bathroom window (which seemed much harder than climbing out of it) and managed to get it open with the key. I was hoping he'd have to at least use a tool or something.
In other news, this song has been in my head all weekend.
Today was the first BBB in the new house. We read Truth and Beauty. I expected a large crowd but there were several last minute cancellations. I wanted to have a fire in the fireplace but it was a warm day.
I baked these cookies.
They are delicious but perhaps a too peanut-buttery for my guests? I have way too many leftover. I also made my sure-fire brownie recipe but some guests arrived before I had finished mixing the batter and I messed it up. I think I made fudge.
One guest brought a lovely loaf of No-Knead Bread she had just baked and luckily I had some aged cheddar on hand. That was a big hit, along with the grapes and cherries.
So the day was beautiful, the house was lovely, the food and guests superb. We had a rather lively discussion as we had very differing opinions on the friendship portrayed in the book. Things were winding down and people were making ready to go when one guest got locked in the bathroom. At first we just heard a lot of knob turning and it took us a while to realize she was truly stuck.
Another guest, known for being handy around the house, tried to help. Soon we were all gathered around the bathroom. We slid the key back and forth under the door but could not get it open. I got a screwdriver but was quickly informed that it would not make a difference. The doors in our house have all their original locks (from some time in the 1940s). They are quite quaint but, it would seem, temperamental.
The offending lock.
The offending key.
My guest ended up climbing out the window and into the backyard. After everyone left I called b. Obviously there was nothing he could do from Large Southern Hub City but he is generally my starting point for all problems. I then called a locksmith. Turns out there's a franchise locksmith called "Pop-A-Lock" that shows up within 30 minutes to unlock your door (the Domino's of the locksmith world).
A very nice gentleman arrived at my door in 15 minutes. He ended up having to climb into the bathroom window (which seemed much harder than climbing out of it) and managed to get it open with the key. I was hoping he'd have to at least use a tool or something.
In other news, this song has been in my head all weekend.
3 comments:
LOL. My former neightbor had the same problem years ago, except she had to break the bathroom window!
It's a great "feel good" song. It makes you want to move!
My sister and I got locked in the basement bathroom of the house my grandfather built, up in Michigan, when we were young children. The lock looked a lot like your lock, though it would have been from an earlier time.
I'm glad the book club was otherwise fun, but I'm sure the bathroom "incident" will make the day even more memorable!
really a good article i appriciate it
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