House hunting and climbing in windows

House hunting and climbing in windows

We went out this afternoon to go to an open house. Yes, not more than 5-1/2 months after our last move, we are beginning the process of our next one, although this is a long expected one. I wish we could have just moved once, but the last one was unexpected (landlord selling the condo) and came at the same time I was starting my new job.

Some friends are selling their house, about an hour south in Norwood, which would be closer to my brothers as well as to the location of the new Pastoral Center of the Archdiocese of Boston. It’s a nice little house, 3 bedrooms, 1-1/2 baths, working fireplace, big kitchen, big yard, and so on. We’re not quite ready to buy yet—a few odds and ends to tie up—but today was their open house and the way the market is now, I’m sure there will be plenty of “fish in the sea” for some time to come.

Anyway, getting out of the house was a bit chaotic. Isabella hadn’t napped very well, and was putting up a fuss while we got on our coats and checked the diaper bag and printed directions and so just as Melanie closed the back door, I had a horrible realization: I’d forgotten my keys. Which wouldn’t be bad if Melanie had taken her keys, but she never does.

There we stood, a screaming child wanting to go, nearly single digit temps, and a house apparently sealed up tight. I briefly thought of calling my landlord when I had a hunch. I pushed up the screen of the window over the kitchen sink and—sure enough—the window wasn’t locked for some reason. (Hmm, losing heat —and money—out of that; have to remedy that!)

Unfortunately, as I’m sure my photos make eminently clear, I wasn’t about to fit through the window and over the sink. The only logical solution was… my six-months-pregnant wife. At first I refused, but it was obvious it was either her or try to call the landlord. So I boosted her up and held onto her legs and—tall drink of water that she is—helped her manuever herself around and through. Crisis averted!

(Of course, longtime readers know that we have lots of experience in breaking and entering into our own home.)

  • I had to do the same thing once at six months pregnant, ‘cept our kitchen window at the time had a lovely, large, thorny lemon tree growing in front of it.  It was lucky, in a way, because otherwise I would never have been able to climb up high enough to get in the window over the sink, but—owww!