I am feeling like Hercule Poirot today:

No order!  No method!  Where are the little grey cells of the brain??

I was helping a lady put together a puzzle, and the pieces were just scattered all over.  Not sorted at all, not even all in one place, jammed inside the border so you couldn't put any pieces in easily... Now, I am not the most organized person on the face of this planet.  But I was feeling distinctly jangly at this blatant lack of order.  And then... along came Hercule, muttering in my brain.  

My new favorite thought - thanks to Nichole for passing it along:

When we find it hard to leave the place of prayer is when we know we've found the presence of God.

(There, Jen - a post!  Just for you. :)

For all your burgling needs...

come to Leilani and Jane!

Jane wanted to stash some stuff in the sister's cabin at the grounds - which is not generally locked.  This time though?  Yep, you guessed it.  A nice shiny padlock was hanging from the front door and no one could find a key.  We looked everywhere, and finally called up Julia.  Yes, she had a key; but there should be 4 or 5 somewhere.  And the problem with using Julia's key is the small matter of her being several hundred miles away.  Hm. 

We notice that one window is open (oops...) but the screens don't come out, and it's too skinny and too high off the ground for me to want to try and wiggle through.  I might have fit - if I could have gotten up there!  But only 'might'.  'Might not' was pretty prominent, too.

Ok - there's the woodbin.  One could possibly crawl through the wood bin - if the stove wasn't quite so close, and one was feeling particularly contortionistic.  I do think this one could have been done - but it would have been dirty and sticky and uncomfortable and not exactly easy.  And the decisions required!  For one - which end of you do you stick in first? Face up or face down?  Straight in (possibly getting stuck at the stove), or at an angle?  Can you /really/ do the limbo in that amount of space?

Then we notice the back door (which is also locked) is one of those bathroom doors with the pinhole on the outside for shoving a bit of metal inside and unlocking.  We shove and search and shove and poke and shove some more - but either our nails aren't long enough or are too thick or are missing some essential part - because nothing opens.  Stare broodingly at door a while longer, until... bingo!

We'll unscrew the doorknob.  Screwdriver?  Who needs one of those, I have a nail with a nice sharp head!  So yes, finally, we got in.  And guess what we found there?  

All the rest of the keys to the padlock, safely and carefully locked inside.  Isn't life fun?  The keys now have company - Jane's spare stuff!