We’ve lived in our house for nearly 35 years. Hanging on the inside of one of our kitchen cabinets is a key holder I made that first year. You know, to hang our keys. I’d estimate that 75% of the keys are now mysteries.
I’ve always kept them in case I run into a something-or-other that’s locked. They have to go to something, right?
So, today we’re putting away Christmas decorations and I go to the garage closet — the same closet that I’ve store stuff in for 35 years — and it’s locked. I’ve never even realize the lock has a lock in it, but it does. And the proof is right there in my hand. Locked! I did what most people probably do when they run across a locked door that shouldn’t be locked. Try even harder. Then walk away, come back, and then try again (as if the damn thing will magically unlock if I ignore it). It didn’t.
Now what? That’s when I remember the mystery keys. I went to the kitchen, almost giddy, and grabbed the dozen or so odd-balls and went to the garage. Strike one. No worries. 11 to go.
Strike two. Strike three . . . Well, I think you know where this is going. If it were bowling, I would have bowled a perfect 300.
What the heck?
So, I still have a dozen mystery keys handing up — and a door off its hinges.
Improvise. Adapt. Overcome!
Carpe diem Life,
David Kuhn
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