Other little things that mean alot

There we were in Rockdale, our last day, trying to get the heck out of Dodge, (or the Kozy Kountry Inn, or something awful, and it was an awful Inn) and someone, by mistake, locked the doors to the rental car.  Fortunately, my father taught me to leave the window slightly down in very hot weather, so I had actually left a large “crack,” since we were parked in front of our room, and we were about to start packing the car.  Since Sarah’s arms are the longest, she tried to reach the button to unlock the door, but not long enough, and she is just getting over the bruise that caused.  But Elinor rigged up some yarn with a slip knot and “lassooed” the button, tightened up the slip, and pulled the button up!  Amazing.  See, all that yarn was a good thing.  Ann