Friday, October 17, 2008

It's a mystery to me!

Yesterday, I got to spend a nice, quiet day at home. That doesn't happen very often, folks, despite the fact that I'm retired. The only thing on my agenda was a trip to the grocery store, since we had run out of bananas and were almost out of pop. (The bananas I could do without, but pop--that's a different matter.)

I finally got around to the place where I was ready to go to the store. When I looked in my purse for my keys, they were not there. I took everything out of the purse--every blessed thing. No keys. Nowhere, no how, no keys. My little suede pouch was missing, too, but I wasn't concerned about it. I only use it to hold nail clippers, and I had seen them on the couch. I went out and looked in the car, to see if by chance I had left them there. Nope. There was the slightest possibility that we might have driven to church with them in the trunk--nope, they weren't there either. Phooey.

I waited for David to get home from work to ask him if he had any idea where they were--like maybe he had pocketed them in the car, or he had seen them in some unusual location. Nope. We tore up Jack in the living room, even to the point of tilting back the hide-a-bed to see if they were there. Nope. I told him perhaps they were with the prescription I had filled on Wednesday, since I wasn't sure where it was, either. We located the prescription, out in the kitchen, but no keys. No keys on any flat surface, anywhere in the house. After walking around like beheaded chickens, I finally said, "Let's go to Orient Express and eat supper. I'm too flustered to try to cook." So we did. And no, we didn't find the keys there, either. (Of course I wasn't looking for them there.)

This morning I went out into the kitchen after David had left for work to fix my breakfast. I saw my purse sitting on the table, where I had left it. For some reason (now, I'm not sure what it was), I looked in the purse and saw the little suede pouch that I keep my nail clippers, mirror, and lip balm in. That was weird, since it had been missing the day before. When I picked it up, there were my keys. I was astounded. I had very carefully looked in that purse the day before, and neither the keys nor the pouch had been there. I figured David had located them before he left for work, and stuck them in my purse as a surprise.

With that in mind, I went to exercise class, to K-mart, to the podiatrist, and to the grocery store. Then I took home the small roast and au gratin potatoes I had gotten for David as a reward for finding the keys. I waited for him to come home.

When he got home, I asked him where he had found my keys. Here's the mystery, folks--he didn't find them. He figured they had been in the purse all along. I know they hadn't. Where they came from, I have no idea. I wish they could talk, so they could tell me where they went on their "explore". I guess I'll never know.

I hope all your mysteries have as pleasant outcomes, even if they leave you, like me, wondering what the heck happened! Love to all, and God bless.

6 comments:

Jenn-Jenn, the Mother Hen said...

There was probably a very good reason you weren't supposed to go out that day, and "The Big Guy" just wanted to make sure you couldn't.

Love you!

Everett said...

Yeah, but I didn't have anything to do with her keys either.

Tooz said...

I hate to pop your bubble, Everett, but I don't think you were the "big guy" she was referring to in the above comment. Love you anyway.

Becca said...

This is why it's important to take note of those pesky articles.

Tara said...

Go to walmart. Spend 97 cents on a long colorful lanyard. They're located in the jewelery department on a rotating display thing with other key chains. I have never lost my keys since I bought one of these!

Also, they make great leashes, um, handles for the littles to hold onto when we're walking in the stores or parking lots! I clip one end onto the shopping cart or stroller and instruct a boy to hold his handle. Haven't lost any kids since I started doing this either! ;)

Mrs. Allroro said...

I agree with Daddy because that's totally something that would happen to me. And you and I are quite alike. (Take it as a compliment. I like me and you.)