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Topic: OT: My Long Story - Last Night in My Old Apt. (3 msgs / 129 lines)
1) From: Lynne
So since I've never been accused of being fast on any level (sigh..), 
it's going to take another day to finish moving our stuff. Too much 
stuff.
But, the kids love the new place, and I'm glad we're moving back 'home' 
to where we lived almost forever. The kids are staying at the new place 
tonight, with my daughter's cat & little Sammy. I, on the other hand, 
am staying for one last night in the old apartment.
Made some chicken & veggies for myself, and snacked on chips and some 
Cadbury caramel filled chocolate, along w/a small glass of wine, & 
enjoyed the quiet. Nice.
It's close to 2 a.m., and I was finishing up some last minute 
Craigslist ads for some of the (remaining) stuff (sold my sofas, 
Christmas trees [don't ask!] and made some nice change from it all), 
when I caught Shiloh, my oldest dog, wandering into the now empty 
living room. Whew - caught him before he decided to mark the empty room 
- grabbed my coat (had to take the one with the broken zipper, since I 
packed & moved the longer, (and warmer) leather coat. Hey, this was the 
last doggie run outside at night, so I didn't even bother to change out 
of my red, Mickey Mouse jammies. What the heck - I'm moving - who 
cares?
So I'm waiting sort of inside the outer door, to keep the frigid wind 
away as much as possible. Felt fortunate that Shiloh didn't take all 
that long (he loves the cold & teasing me, and I usually have to chase 
him - for fun - to get him back in the house. Good thing, cuz my 
chicken, spice, chips, chocolate & wine combo was starting to get to 
me, and the stomach was rumbling... I put my hand on the door knob to 
turn it.... and..
GREAT!!! Of course, I did the thing I hadn't done the entire 2 yrs 
living here - I locked myself out!
One thing about this old house is that it is made like a fortress. 
Great. Didn't panic. Freezing air is biting. Dogs are having fun, 
running back & forth, following me to the backyard (yep, I locked the 
backdoor, too), tried the garage (yep, the landlord didn't forget to 
lock that before he went away for the holiday - yep, no one's home 
upstairs.) No one is around in this neighborhood at 2 am on this 
freezing night. (Like I'd want to enlist the help of my neighbors in my 
red Mickey PJ's...)
O.K., stay calm (I pictured myself spending the night huddled w/the two 
dogs on the cold tile floor of the little entry way - no that would NOT 
do). I was VERY lucky that I had already place the pile of every extra 
key I found in the drawers on the shelf right below the kitchen window. 
This window faces the porch - it's one of the old fashioned kind with 
the crank-handles.
There was nothing on the porch to help me. But the landlord did leave 
an aluminum shovel - I started to pry the window open ever so slightly 
(crap, did they ever build these houses like fortresses back then!) 
with the shovel. I got the window open about an inch, but couldn't get 
it any further. Finally, I realized I was going to be outside all 
night, and although I didn't feel like owing $$ to this landlord, I had 
no choice.
He had a good size piece of wood on the floor, part of the railing that 
had come apart. I grabbed it, walked to the back door (I envisioned 
someone from the crime watch reporting a break in, and the police 
showing up to catch this 53 yr old thief in her red Mickey PJ's...), my 
wooden tool in hand, with dogs at my feet. Climbed up the icy step, 
took the piece of wood and hit the glass with all my strength... only 
to have it (loudly) bounce back. Dang- plastic!
O.K., don't panic. It's cold, Emma's really getting nervous, Shiloh is 
having the time of his life, and my legs are practically frozen. Back 
on the porch. O.K., back to the shovel, and trying to pry the kitchen 
window open again.
So here I am, standing on the picnic table, and pulling the window with 
all my might....I got it open enough to put my hand in. All I have in 
my pocket is a Bic pen, so I used that to poke a hole in the screen, 
big enough to get the lever up - boing - the screen popped out (or I 
should say 'in', on the kitchen floor). I then used all my strength to 
open the window some more (hmmm - less chocolate & chips, & my arms 
would be thinner..) - got my hand on the handle - and I opened the 
window!!
Then all I had to do was reach in, get the whole pile of keys - yes, 
one actually DID open the door!!
Home, sweet, warm home!
Just thought I'd share my last night at my old apartment.
Oh - and just now - someone came home upstairs. Figures.
Lynne

2) From: Eddie Dove
"All I have in my pocket is a Bic pen ..."
Lynne McGuyver ...
On 12/31/06, Lynne  wrote:
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3) From: Brett Mason
I accuse Lynne,
 On the porch in her red Mickey Mouse Pajamas
  With a shovel
   Of being fast on any level....
Brett
On 12/31/06, Lynne  wrote:
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Cheers,
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