Jumping out of the Window

My lovely eightysomething neighbor Yvonne is a very independent person. She drives her 1970 Ford truck, no power steering or brakes, all over town. When I first moved to this house just over nine years ago, she still got up on her roof to sweep the leaves off of it every fall.

Well, a while back Yvonne was cleaning out her service porch. A box fell against the door, unexpectedly closing it. The doorknob was broken, and once closed the door would not open again. The phone began to ring. This was Yvonne’s daughter Jan. If Yvonne didn’t answer the phone, Jan would call again and again and then worry.

So Yvonne did what any of us in her shoes would do—she jumped! Yep, right out the window.

Jan found her flat on her back out in the yard an hour later when she came by. Yvonne had to ‘fess up to her aerial antics. Jan did her usual chores at her mother's house, but she didn't say a word to her mother the rest of the hour she was there.

Yvonne has been grounded.