My keys were not in hand
The day after I wrote about TM, as I pulled the front door shut, it dawned on me that my keys were still inside the house. It was to late to stop the door from shutting. My spare house key was also inside the house, although normally it would be in my rolling book bag.
Taking stock of my assets, I had my cell phone, I had a nice porch rocker to sit on, and it was a lovely day weatherwise. Yes I would miss one class but in the big picture of life, that wasn’t so bad. There was no test that day. The clouds were beautiful.
I called a friend who pet sits for me, just to get her sympathy. She was at home that day with grandkids and offered to bring her spare key over to let me in. What a nice surprise. I got back in the house, got to visit with a friend and was able to drive to ASU without tasking my husband to leave work to let me in. I got off easy.
This was a reminder that no matter how carefully I pack my bookbag and mentally check off a to-do list, I need to be darn sure I have my keys in hand before going out the door.
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