After an emotional and traumatic Friday morning of having to put our little angel to sleep, I somehow managed to lose my car keys. Well, they weren't actually lost until Monday, because I had no intention of going anywhere all weekend. I was feeling punky and oh-so-sad ...my plan was to just lay low and rest. After all, I had a big party coming up on the 22nd. And my house is a mess. Blah blah blah Anyway Monday morning came and I decided to go grocery shopping and then come home and make that gorgeous pot pie for the potluck. Got dressed, got my coat on and... couldn't find my car keys. I drove home from the veterinary hospital, so I knew I had them here. I turned this place upside sown, after completely emptying my purse. Twice. I looked on the pockets of every coat and pair of pants that I own. I looked under cabinets, under sofas and chairs and tables. I looked under the refrigerator. I traced my path back to the car and looked all around outside it and then inside it. I looked in the fridge. I looked in the oven. I looked in both bathrooms. I walked out to the burn pit and then to Caylees's grave.
No keys. Nada. Zip. Nuttin'.
Thinking that when I hit big roadblocks, I change where I'm going...I went in the bedroom and changed clothes and thought, well...I'll make something different for the potluck out of whatever I have in the pantry. I'll start some house cleaning. Surely they'll show up...they have to be here somewhere.
I took a rake to the burn pile...you may remember that a few years ago I hauled the Irishman's truck keys out in a handful of paper and advertisers and burned them up. The replacement cost was...more than I care to spend, shall we say. So I was really afraid I had done that again. There was no sign of them.
Might I mention here that, when I couldn't find them at first, I thought I'll just get the spare key that I keep hidden in the sewing machine table/altar in my office. The spare key is not there either. I ALWAYS keep it there. So, I called husbandman to ask him if he A) had taken my keys accidently and B) had he used the spare key and not put it back...when I was in the hospital maybe? As the phone started to ring, I could hear it in the living room. Grrr...
Several people told me to pray to St Anthony, the patron saint of lost things. I'm not always a big fan of the saints, but hey...well, he must have been on vacation on Monday, because the day came and went and no keys.
Tuesday morning came and went. Most of Tuesday afternoon. I took a long nap, really not feeling good today. Have decided to cancel the party because we are sick and don't want to spread this bug around. :( When I woke up from my nap, one more time I said
I went into my closet where the last pair of jeans I had on Friday was laying across the back of a chair. I had checked the pants and had the thought about what a mess the closet was. Then I wondered if the keys could have fallen out of the pocket when I tossed them on the chair and voila ! there were my keys. Hiding and cozy in the floor. Behind the chair.
Sigh... the spare key is still on the lam. But I can drive again. Tomorrow I will go out and pick up some groceries and come back home, because tonight I really feel crappy. But there are some good sales going on and I need a few basics.
Feeling bad about cancelling the party, but I'm sure that the WHO and the CDC would applaud my actions. lol I was really looking forward to it.
And now I'm tired and the bed is calling me and I think I will be able to get some sleep. Hope you all stay well. I'm blaming the coumadin that won't let me eat any green vegetables because they contain Vitamin K which plays a major role in clotting. Vitamin K is also essential for a healthy immune system. Grrr...
Blessings and love to you all...tomorrow will be a brighter day.