Keeping in Practice

Nothing new medically to report, other than I did get a leg cramp in my sleep the other day--first one of those in a long time--and I'm still digging around for the gumption to keep exercising.

Robbie story:  Friday night we all were at the home of our friends Bill and Ellen, celebrating the impending departure for college of their amazing daughter (and Robbie's favorite babysitter) Elizabeth.  Wonderful get together with a lot of neat people.  We were in Liz's rental car, due back to Avis the next morning.  As the evening grew late, Robbie came to me and asked for the keys to the car.  My assumption:  he was on a mission from Mommy.  I gave him the keys and thought nothing.  Ten minutes later, Robbie came up to me frantic and in tears.  I finally got him calmed down enough to get a story out and found that somehow, against all odds, he had gotten into the rental car, started the engine, then gotten out of the rental car, and locked the door.  The locked car was now idling in Bill and Ellen's driveway.  Robbie was disconsolate.  Liz and several other engineers commandeered a coat hanger to attempt the rescue, while (at our friend Robin's suggestion) I called Avis.  Apparently we were not the first folks ever to lock keys in a car; Avis launched the duty locksmith, who arrived thirty minutes later with all the right tools for the job.  The whole time we were waiting, Robbie kept running from me to Liz to the house, crying to break your heart, all the while telling anyone who would listen that it was his fault.  It was so precious.  Anyway, locksmith arrived, Robbie shook his hand, and the car was open in about two  minutes.

My thanks to Bill and Ellen, who were phenomenally gracious, even offering us the use of a car until the situation was resolved.  Elizabeth is now firmly ensconced in her new home for the next four years and her younger sister Katie has volunteered to take over babysitting duties.  It was a win all the way around.

That's all for now.