We lost the keys to our garage a week ago..
The frantic search of all pockets, back stepping
all moves for the past couple days before we figured
out they were gone.
Checking the
yard, digging thru snow in case they fell
out of our
pockets. ,Going thru the garage and the shedwhere the keys were used last..
Checking
memory, which is the hardest of all.. what memory? And then the
daily search of where else they could be. Cleaning out
key areas, cleaning off catch all area’s.
Removing
everything from a dresser top and while thereclean up the area.. throw away junk, replace stuff..
Searching
chair cushions, couch cushions.. found lint.
Moving
furniture, in case they were dropped out of pockets. Clean up counters..
Frankly I was tired of cleaning up areas… straighten up areas,forced cleaning is not fun.
Praying to
St. Anthony as he is the one who is suppose to find things that are
lost. The blame game that goes with it.. I know I gave them to YOU..
To asking God if he could just let me know where the hell I put the
damn things.. well, not quite in those words… Not cool to beg for help
with cussing words…
Then
yesterday, I was getting something out of the freezer. The freezer is part of a
side by side, which has a section on the door for putting a glass so you can
get ice or water…(which is disconnected at this time)…a glimpse
of something
on that ledge.. could it be… YES, YES.. YES…. THE KEYS.. DANCING back
to the house…YES, THE KEYS.. Thanked God,
literally, at least 10
times… and called the King to tell him, I found them.
We both had
open that door several times and never noticed them..So we have
our keys back.. and there are a lot of places thru out the house that has been
cleaned and uncluttered…
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