Yesterday Mom attended a recital in which Mr Karate & PlusOne played cello. You will find more about it on Roxy's blog, I am sure.
Anyway, Mom got home, put her key in the lock and turned. And turned. Imagine her surprise when, instead of unlocking the door, her key kept turning and then suddenly everything came loose, and the tumblers and pins came out of the lock and fell to the floor. The door was still locked, the key didn't work, and Mom was stuck outside in the hallway!So Mom called the landlord who explained how the lock worked and what she had to do to get into the house. Naturally she did not have a pair of large needle-nosed pliers or a big screwdriver in her purse.
So she went down the street to a friend's, and he helped her get in. Later, the landlord came over and fixed the lock.
What's weird about this is that Mom says it was a good thing. She has been stressing about the SSP. She says she has some terrific ideas, but there are TOO MANY of them, and that time is getting short. She said spending the afternoon NOT working on the SSP, and then getting home and NOT being able to get into the house changed everything.
She says because she COULDN'T do anything, she DIDN'T do anything, and when she finally DID get into the house, she finished up the laundry and made us both dinner and did the dishes, ignoring the SSP completely.
How NOT doing some thing HELPS the same thing is totally beyond me.
Once again I am -so- glad I'm a cat.