(not my house, but pretty close)-Image by loomy via Flickr This morning at 8:15, my across-the-street-neighbor knocked on my door. Her garage door was stuck, and she had only grabbed one house key on her way to drop her kids off at school, and the doorknob on her front door had gotten locked. Her two year old daughter was in the van in her fleece jammies, and it's about 35 degrees today and raining. Her English is not great and my Spanish is worse, but she conveyed to me that she needed to please use my phone to call her husband, who was working nearby. I handed her my cell phone and asked her to come in, but she didn't want to take her eyes off the van, which I completely understand. After ending the phone call and telling me that her husband would be home in about five minutes, I insisted that she go get her daughter and come inside to wait. And then, while she was dashing back across the street to move her van into my driveway, I took a look around my house. And realized in … [Read more...]