Monday, January 7, 2019

Mystery Keys



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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