Locked out

I went out the kitchen door this morning to look at my seedlings. I have some seedlings planted in small pots on my window sill and they need a water before the hot sun strikes them. So I watered the little seedlings and went to the door, intending to get in and watch my favorite TV show.

Little did I know that that was not to be. A broken off door of my kitchen cupboard stands in the corner between the kitchen door and the cupboard. It took upon itself to slip and adhere itself to the kitchen door so the door was jarred. I could open it only as much as to let a cat in or out. So I was locked out !!

It is not a good thing to be locked out at 10 to 6 a.m, with only the stray cats for company. I tried every means I knew to get in. The front door- was locked from inside.

The bell – rung and rung again- but no one responded because my daughters were in their room with the door closed tight shut and the AC on. My husband too.

I tried all the windows on the ground floor- no go.

I decided to sit on the kitchen door step and take my time. Perhaps God wanted me to take time off, taking some time to get my daily steps instead of lying down in front of the TV. The stray cats surrounded me and in their own way asked me what happened. I told them I couldn’t get into the house. All of them sat down by my feet, as though they understood. So I spent an hour on the door step waiting for my husband to come to get his morning cuppa. He didn’t – today being Saturday. So I tried the bell again and banged the front door too. This time he heard and came down.

The front door was opened and I explained what happened. I had to sit down to recover from my locked out adventure. My husband sat down with me. Using the opportunity, I asked him to prepare breakfast and he did !!

So being locked out has its advantages too- sit and look around at things we don’t usually mind and then when we get in, we may be able to make others do things for us.

Reading for free- what I would choose

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Morton’s Fork.”

Morton’s Fork

If you had to choose between being able to write a blog (but not read others’) and being able to read others’ blogs (but not write your own), which would you pick? Why?

In my present state of mind, which is a dreary, lazy, loitering one, I would certainly like to read other’s posts and not write my own because I have no ideas of my own or no creativity at present. My muse is either dead or gone on a long pilgrimage. I am looking for him. Till such time, I need to look for the Daily post and other inspirations to be able to write.

In the meanwhile, I would love to read and understand other’s blog posts. I would have all the time in the world to understand and get into new blogs and meet new friends. Some of my online friends have really become so close that I feel they are family.

So many of the bloggers welcomed me into their world when I first started and I would like to pass the favour forward by reading and encouraging new bloggers. My own writing would improve as I read others’ and learn more. I will learn how to put my ideas into words and my words into my thoughts.