My car keys are locked in my glovebox. DH and I went out in the city this weekend and put the extra set safely tucked away. It seemed like a good place to put them at the time. But we never unlocked the box to get them out.
This happens to me lot, it seems. And I usually don't discover they're locked away until DH has taken his set 30 minutes away. You think I'd learn my lesson, or make a spare set, but I don't.
So I was thinking about keys, as I was hurrying down the street with M, A and C in tow, trying to get Mr. M to school in record time via our feet, when my neighbor rushed down out of her garden bed to hand me a key.
"It's for the big locked box in your walk in closet. I found mine and had a spare. So try it and see if it will open it up," she explained.
The locked panel box has been a mystery since we moved here 2 years ago. The landlord had no clue what it was and didn't have a key. So we left it. And forgot. But now I have a key and I can dispel the mystery.
As we walked to school I thought about other keys. Like the ones our good friends are waiting for. They are in escrow to buy their first house, in a perfect neighborhood, with a great job and a new start. The keys will open their beautiful new house and a new life. It's so fun to see them finally reaching the end of this phase, only to open a new, exciting one. I've been waiting for our set for a while. But they will come, sooner than later.
I also thought about the keys to the kingdom. I know what they are, and where they are. So why don't I use them? Will I lock those away too? Only to rush around frantically, wishing I had unlocked them earlier?
I tried to pick the lock to the glovebox. It didn't work. You need a key to get the keys. Now isn't that ironic and poetic and apropos? Chew on that for a while ...
1 comment:
so what was in the big locked box? Very insightful.
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