…looking for my keys. They weren’t in any of the places they should have been. They weren’t in any of the places they shouldn’t have been.
This time of year I leave the pistol, knife and key ring on the space heater in the bedroom overnight. If I take the belt right off my pants, which I didn’t last night, all the belt kibble goes there. That way I know right where they are. This morning the gun was there, the knife was there, the key ring was nowhere to be found.
I could do my morning chores without that key ring, because the Jeep key is elsewhere. But I couldn’t get into Ian’s, I couldn’t lock the Lair, I couldn’t do a lot of things. The worst thing I could think of: Before Wednesday I really needed to move the good ladder to the Lair – and it’s locked up at Ian’s! WHERE ARE THOSE KEYS?
Occurred to me: I did have them last night! I went up to Ian’s place just before dark to get my second loaf of bread out of his fridge. I must have left them at his door! So I went up there – no keys. No keys on the ground between the Cave and the Lair. No keys on the table, securely locked inside his place. AUGH!
It bugged me all morning. I couldn’t get it out of my head. Just a few minutes ago, devoid of anywhere else to look, I started walking back up the ridge with my eyes glued to the ground – they couldn’t have just vanished! Let’s see: If I had them on my belt last night, without the gun or knife, they could have fallen off onto the bedroom floor. But I looked there! If they didn’t fall off…oh, you’re kidding me…
I put my hand on my holster, slid the hand to the rear…
I’m too much a creature of habit. I always load that side of the belt gun/knife/keys. But last night I stepped out just for a moment to grab a loaf of bread. Put the keys on my belt without bothering with the other stuff, because I just grabbed my rifle. Then never put the keys back with the holster and sheath. This morning I slid the holster on my belt, then the sheath, then freaked out because I couldn’t find the key ring.