I’ve been going through dozens of boxes stored in a shed in our backyard. My goal is to get rid of anything that time has transformed into the “Why Am I Saving This?” category, and to combine what’s left into fewer boxes that will then be stored up in the attic.
During this winnowing process I somehow lost my car key. Not just my car key, but my house key, the key to our safe deposit box, and my gym membership pass.
”There are only two possibilities,” I told Jamie. “Either I accidentally dropped them into one of the boxes that went back into storage or I tossed them into the trash with a handful of other stuff.”
The keys had been missing for five days when Jamie found me in the kitchen one morning and said, “How much do you love me?” while dangling my keys in front of my face.
Where had she found them? Buried in a pile of leaves right in front of the trash can. Good thing she spotted them because I’m far less observant than she and I never would have found them.
Look at the photo above. Would you have noticed them atop that pile of leaves?