I thought they were lost

Have you ever put anything in a safe place, then couldn’t find it?

If you haven’t, my bet is that you are well under the age of, oh let us say 50. Or just really good about habit patterns. I normally am, except for when it comes to setting down my handi (cellphone for the English speakers). But while we were in Lost Altos last month, I had taken along the second set of car keys for whatever reason. While George went to his meetings, I wandered around visiting various shops and just taking in the town.

It was a couple of hours after I was back in the hotel that I thought about putting a couple of things in the car. And couldn’t find the keys. I literally went through the room, checked with the front desk, and revisited most of the places I had been.

Nada.

Fast forward to today. I decided that an hour a day of clean up/organizing would not be a bad thing. In fact, it means that I need to make some decisions on what stays and what doesn’t, if I replace a couple of small cabinets that are literally on their last rollers… you get the idea. As part of the clean up (otherwise it is laundry day. four loads done, more to go), I picked up the smaller of my computer backpacks and went through the pockets. Other than my good seam ripper, nothing that needed to be put away. But it still felt too heavy. Went through the pockets, shook it. No noise, nothing rattled, but it was still too heavy. Finally checked the front facing zipper pocket that I only use when traveling. That is where I tuck extra facemasks + my passport until I am through security.

And yes, you guessed it – no clue why I put the key right there. It is heavy with a number of “extras” just because.

Large sigh of relief. The car may be 10 years old, but it has one of those electronic locks on the door that can only be opened by the fob. The ignition still uses a key, thank you very much. But I had priced it. Losing that key would wind up being about $250 get it re-keyed and replace both fobs. Not an expenditure I had been looking forward to,

Now, what else can I find while excavating?

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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