As I’ve said before, I’m finding that for me growing old is a surprisingly fascinating experience which mostly I am enjoying.
Aging does have its down sides, however. I have to arrange my day differently so that I don’t run out of energy to do what I’ve committed to get done. And I forget words with an annoying frequency.
What I don’t do very often is lose things. That’s not because my memory is so brilliant, but because I’m compulsively organized. Things have a place, and most of the time that’s where I put them.
Which is why I suppose I have never before in my life lost my car keys.
But three days ago I couldn’t find my keys or the attached fob that operates the alarm…
And the car was locked and the burglar alarm was on. I was able to use my spare key to open the door, but the battery in the fob which turns the alarm off was flat. So I’m sitting in the car frantically pushing buttons before the entire neighbourhood is running over to tell me I have a problem. I already knew I had a problem all right as I desperately paged through the car manual which helpfully told me that the ONLY way to turn off the alarm is with the fob.
Finally, with the alarm still blaring, I jumped into Peter’s car and drove to our local garage where we have our cars serviced. He changed the battery in the fob for me, and said that should at least give me enough peace to find the lost keys.
That was three days ago.
But the problem, I have discovered, with having a place for everything, is that one soon runs out of obvious places to look when something isn’t where it belongs. I’ve been through drawers, under chairs, through the trash, under the car, in the workshop, even under our mattress. I can’t think of any more obvious places to search. I’ve even run out of the impossible places to look.
I have two hypotheses left. Did someone walk in and lift the car keys? This is about ten times less likely than my winning the lottery. Besides, if they lifted the keys, why didn’t they take the 14-year-old car, which is worth all of $250 on the open market? So I’m not contacting the police with my problem.
The second possibility is that the keys were somehow dropped into the trash which, unfortunately, was picked up the morning before I realized they were gone.
So today I finally phoned the dealer to order a new key and fob which is uniquely coded to operate only the burglar alarm on the car. The cost is about $250.
I think it’s the kind of thing that speeds up the aging process.
Still, it could be an awfully lot worse, couldn’t it? I won’t say I actually feel lucky.
But in my heart of hearts, I know I am.