My wife has a bad habit of losing her keys. In fact, there’s only one person in our home who is worse when it comes to misplaced keys…me.
And when I misplace them, I automatically think someone else used them.
Why? Because due to my forgetfulness, I usually take great care to put the keys in the same place every day.
That’s how I don’t misplace them.
Except when I do.
I have two sets of keys (remember, I said I misplace these things). So, on Saturday, with my wife and daughter both out of town in different directions, I went to grab my keys.
Neither set was there.
Now, I distinctly remembered having put my keys away the night prior, so…someone else had to have grabbed them, right?
Before I went making accusations, I checked the pocket of the pants I was wearing a day earlier, and the shirt. Nothing.
So, I’ve looked for my keys. It’s time to blame someone else. I call my wife and ask her if she happened to have a set. Nope. She politely (she’s a saint who has put up with her husband losing her keys repeatedly in the past) suggests I look for them.
A call to my daughter reveals she has one set. Used them to lock the door a day earlier. Great. They’re in London. At least I know where a set is.
So, the sleuth in me retraces my steps, as my wife suggested and as I should have done prior to accusing others of taking my keys. The first place I looked was under the couch. Nope.
The second place I checked was the drawer where I usually keep my wallet, the same wallet that was in my pocket. I’d pulled the wallet out of that drawer not 20 minutes earlier. Sure enough, there they were.
Uhhhh….
Yeah, I texted Mary Beth to say I found them and told her where they were. She very nicely laughed at me, rather than chew me out.
Yes, she is a saint.
Hard to say the final goodbye
Here’s one thing I have a really difficult time doing: deleting the names of people from my contacts list or my social media accounts who have passed away.
I scroll past them at times, see a name, think about the person, consider deleting, but always leave it.
Perhaps I subconsciously think if I delete them from my list, it will in some way delete them from my memory, and I want to remember some incredible people I’ve known who are no longer with us.
I fear at some point half my contacts will be comprised of people who have departed this world.
Sad, but happy for me at the same time.
