Aaaaaahh! Another semester complete.
I started thinking the other day that it’s time to start subtracting things from my life again. And that’s when I lost my keys. They’ve been missing for the last two days, which is perfectly fine by me.
The same thing happened last May. That time, they went missing for two whole weeks. When I’d finally had enough of being keyless, I sat down and called my keys back to me. (I know that sounds ridiculous, but it totally has worked for me with lost keys and cats). Anyway, a few hours later I got a call from the library — someone had found my keys in the street several miles away from my house. How my keys wound up in the street is beyond me. It’s not like I threw them out the window or anything. I chalk it up as one of life’s great mysteries, kinda like finding not-my-pants in my closet. Anyway, the someone who found my keys noticed I had a library card on the keyring so he took them to the library and had a librarian call me to come pick them up, which is kinda funny because I couldn’t pick them up — I didn’t have keys to get there!
When you lose your keys you can’t leave your house unless somebody comes and picks you up. Hm….unless you have a spare key, which would change everything. I bet you’re thinking by now that I probably should get spare keys since clearly this is a regular thing for me. But let’s apply a little logic here: I can’t even keep up with my regular keys, so how would you expect me to keep up with spares? Ok so when *I* lose *my* keys I can’t leave my house unless somebody comes and picks me up – or well unless El-D takes me somewhere. And this is pretty fabulous any way it plays out — either staying home or being picked up. I love being picked up and taken places. It’s a whole different sort of thing than driving someplace. I can also appreciate being stranded at home.
I’ve said all that to say this: I’ve been both picked up and stranded the last two days. And it was good.
Here are the beautiful things that have happened on the farm this month:
tom kha with a heart-shaped green onion
Horses ate
Olaf, Giggles, and Chopper took a bath
beauty unfurled
… and who knows when the time seems right I might sit down and call back my keys.
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May 24, 2014 at 1:29 pm
Kathy
I think it takes a special kind of person to lose keys and pants and all sorts of objects without being in a maniacal-must-find-Type A mode. I kinda admire folks like you. I lost my keys once and couldn’t function until they were found. In front of the coffee shop, in the snow. Someone brought them into the coffee shop. Of course, I literally couldn’t move because I couldn’t start the car and go anywhere! Loved your story.
May 25, 2014 at 10:21 am
Lunar Euphoria
The keys returned shortly after I wrote this post.
I go through phases. I usually know where things are, but there are the times when I start losing things left and right. The losing things phase has happened enough for me to realize it usually means I’m trying to juggle/control way too many things at once. And I’ve definitely gone into maniacal mode over lost things. But sometimes it’s nice to throw your hands up in surrender.