Yesterday turned out to be a better day. Until the end, that is. Jonalyn went to the bathroom right before we left for the evening meeting. When we came back to the trailer, I noticed that the bathroom door was locked. She locked it on her way out. I guess I can be thankful that she wasn’t in it, but my toilet, shower, toothpaste, and make-up were. O.K., I can live without those (not very well, but I can live without them), but my medication was in there, too. That was the most important part.

What to do?

The knob has that little hole. Great, all I have to do is get something in there and it will open. Safety pin? Bobby pin? Anything? Nope. I called my mom, who usually has everything under the sun with her. Guess not anything to unlock a bathroom door.

Oh, did I tell you Doug left to go to work as we left to go to the meeting? So I was on my own at this point.

I headed up to the meeting building, hoping to find someone. Along the way I met our pastor’s wife. She suggested the plastic surgeon who is part of our group. Yeah! If a surgeon can’t get in the door, no one can.

I found him – PTL – and he graciously agreed to help me. He biked over, assessed the situation, and biked back to his campsite to pick up his tools. First he tried his hot dog cooker – you know, the long stick you use to cook hot dogs over the campfire? It fit in there, but neither of us could unlock the door.

He dug into his tool bag. Time to take the handle off. That happened easily, but he STILL couldn’t unlock the lock. He played with it for quite a while and FINALLY, it clicked. You don’t know my relief. I thanked him profusely as he put my door back together. He laughed and said he wished I had more repairs for him – it was sooo hot and my air conditioning felt great 🙂

Alyssa wrapped a paper towel over the knob and secured it with a rubber band. Jonalyn won’t be able to lock that door any more.

I wonder if I’m going to survive this trip? Or if you’ll all get sick of my stories before I get home LOL!