The first day back after spring break started with what could have been a hefty expense.
I took the dog out for short walk to the garbage in our complex and back. During that time, my husband decided to go down to the car and retrieve some paper goods I had purchased yesterday. He took the car keys. As I was returning to the apartment, I see my husband trying all the keys on the ring to get the door open. I looked at him and told him that those were not the house keys. He looked at me and uttered an expletive.
I knocked on the neighbor’s door ( I knew he would be up, he has a cigarette every morning when I walk the dog). He allowed us to use his phone to call a locksmith. You may ask why didn’t I call my son? Well, you see, my phone was in the apartment with the house keys, locked. Also, with the advancement of technology, I have become lazy in memorizing phone numbers. The only one I can remember is work and church.
Daisy enjoyed the extra time outside. She got to greet all the neighbors as they left for work this morning.
While waiting for the locksmith service to call me back and let me know who was coming, my son showed up. He looked at us quizzically. Unlocked the door, grabbed something he needed for work and left. I called the service back and cancelled the order for the locksmith.
I kept telling myself while we were waiting with the neighbor that I wish God would find a way to bring Nate back for some reason so that we didn’t have to spend the $200+ for the locksmith. He answered. I am so grateful and appreciative.
It did make me realize two things.
- Put a spare house key on the car keys.
- My husband’s illness is progressing to where he is unable to think actions all the way through. He would have never let that happen 5 years ago, or even a year ago. He would have taken his own keys. He used to remember that I keep my keys separate in case I lose them. He thought the process through to go to the car, he just didn’t think about me not having keys or making sure he could get back in. His focus was on what was in the car.
So, where do we go from here. I guess I will make sure a close friend has a spare key to the apartment, memorize her phone number and try to not carry so much stuff to the dumpster that I can’t carry my cell phone.
Today was just a reminder that God has my best interests at all times.