Day 206…Through the Doggy Door

And the Front Door Closed Behind Me

“The only way to get through life is to laugh your way through it. You either have to laugh or cry. I prefer to laugh. Crying gives me a headache.”
Marjorie Pay Hinckley

…I think life has a wonderful sense of humor and often checks to see how elegantly we handle difficult situations…I did do fairly well during this particular situation…but will admit that I did have a meltdown afterwards…poor Mr. P…he is such my knight-in-shining armor…coming to my rescue to “make-it-all-better”…

…the doorbell rang…opening the door (and leaving it open)…I went to the front gate to let the lawn guys in…

Mother nature had been feeling feisty that day and was making herself known…the ocean breezes had been blowing strongly…and with an explosive BANG…she emphatically slammed the front door shut…

I turned…and everything stopped…my breathing…my brain…my world went silent…

I was stuck outside of the house…while some of the the lawn guys and their paraphernalia were working on the front and others were waiting to have access to the back yard…but I had to be inside the house to get to the back and let them in…

Feeling the fool…and probably turning three shades of embarrassed red…I had to tell them that I had locked myself out of the house and they would need to wait until the next week to cut the back…

But now what…I was still locked out…

The redeeming factor…was that earlier Mr. P had said that he thought he had left his glasses at home and was going to come home at lunch and pick them up…well, he should be home any time now…right

Apparently life was not done laughing at me yet…on my phone (in the house)…he had sent a message…he had gone to get in the car and found his glasses…and guess what…he wasn’t coming home for lunch…

So I waited and waited…and started getting a little antsy…walked around the house looking for a magical door to open up somewhere…anywhere…

Finally figuring out that Mr. P was probably not coming home for lunch…my brain starting working on possible solutions…I don’t know anyone…have no phone with me…no windows that I can crawl through…all barred…and just big enough for my arm…definitely not my whole body…

..Think…Renee think…Walking around the front of the house…walking behind the garage…all I could see that might be a possibility were two options…one was through and the other was over…

Behind the garage was Whickey’s doggie entrance in the gate…the gate itself is rather high…didn’t think crawling over was feasible…maybe I could try going through…looked the easiest…down near the ground…tried it…another comedy of errors…or at least I am sure it looked hilarious…a grandmother on her butt with legs first trying to fit through the small opening…

The only other option that I could see was going over the wall near the front door…it seemed a little less intimidating in height than the back gate…still not manageable for a short person…only 5’3″ …without some assistance…of some kind or another…

I started dragging some bricks next to the wall…they wouldn’t stack very well…but I did manage to get three to stay together…but still couldn’t quite get my leg over the top part of the wall…I could see over the top and it had made my heart stop a second…quite a drop…even though it was into our garden bed…it seemed it might be a broken leg or hip in the making…

So I crawled back out of the flowers and walked around house and garage again…if nothing else…I can be very stubborn and persistent…

Back to the doggie door…and then I had that “aha” moment…bells and whistles…I should try going sideways…the door might not be wide enough…but it was fairly tall…

…and by golly…it worked…not the most elegant of arrivals…but perseverance and pure stubbornness won the day…


“The three great essentials to achieve anything worthwhile are, first, hard work; second, stick-to-itiveness; third, common sense.”
― Thomas A. Edison

I love Thomas Edison quotes…but disagree with him on the common sense part…most crazy and wonderful dreams…don’t seem to be based in common sense…and in my humble opinion…in life…above all else…persistence is the key…

“Don’t ever give up.
Don’t ever give in.
Don’t ever stop trying.
Don’t ever sell out.
And if you find yourself succumbing to one of the above for a brief moment,
pick yourself up, brush yourself off, whisper a prayer, and start where you left off.
But never, ever, ever give up.”

― Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Tempter’s Snare

Day 181…The Funny of Six Months

Life is short…smile while you still have teeth

Six months of happiness…in between the laughter and the tears…and there have been plenty of both…just ask Mr. P…but daily life is starting to feel “normal”…whatever that is…and I am not feeling quite so lost…

To celebrate the miraculous joy of the present…I am dedicating today’s blog to all the things that I have found a little bizarre and comical to my way of thinking…but then who am I to judge…

  1. Carguards…the ever magical creatures that appear out of nowhere in any parking area for a coin…directing you into a parking space that you were headed to all along…and waving an unseen and mythical wand to keep all and every person from breaking into your car while you are in for a shop…but the smile you receive in appreciation for your donation to their cause…is well worth the few Rand donation…
  2. Air Conditioning…A/C is a health hazard and supposedly the worst thing that one can spend their money on…even when the temperature gets into the 90’s and humidity causes a dampness on your skin that makes you wonder when you will start to see mildew growing out from your armpits…
Soggy clothes on a Rainy Day

3. No Clothes Dryers…really miss my fluffy towels and not needing to iron clothes…and on rainy days…this is what you get…

4. Every word is shortened…and I mean every word…well, I am exaggerating a little…but not by much…but I think that I am catching on…Johannesburg is Jo’Burg or Jozi…

5. “Just Now” and “Just Now Now”…These are common phrases that is used here is South Africa and there is no truth in the statements…this does not mean immediately, but rather a bit later…or possibly not at all…makes complete sense to South Africans…although I still shake my head every time I hear the phrases…

6. Biltong…not “jerky” but as close as I can get here…Spiced…usually with coriander seed (which I really don’t like)… cured and dehydrated meat…usually made from beef, game (kudu, sprinkbok, and wildebeest) and ostrich and even fish…

7. and the Robots…they have “Robots” controlling traffic…maybe that’s why everyone drives so crazy here…not really…just the term used for traffic lights…

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…with wonderfully strange and magical people…it really is the bomb…and you might as well…because as the saying goes…not one of us are getting out alive…

“We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.”
― Robert Fulghum, True Love

Dedicated to my Wonderfully Weird Mr. P who has made the adventure so incredibly wondrous…