When we moved into our new house in 1977, a bunch of boxes were never really unpacked. They were stacked under and around the pool table which was crowded into the garage, though the garage wasn’t really a parking place for cars in my family but rather a place for stuff.
So when someone in our family couldn’t find something, we’d laugh and say, “It’s in a box in the garage.”
All those things you have but can’t find . . . are in a box in the garage. Figuratively speaking.
A couple days ago, my newly employed son mentioned that he needed a padlock for his locker at work. I said, “No problem! I have padlocks.”
And without too much trouble, I was able to locate two padlocks. I could not find the keys.
If we were still in our previous home, I could have located a key in minutes because I own an entire collection of mystery keys. I’ve kept them in a clear plastic box for many years.
Why do I have a collection of mystery keys? Most of them unlock doors in places I will never live again. They are keys missing their locks yet I tuck those orphan keys in that clear plastic box. Because you just never know. You never know!
I checked the garage shelves, the drawers in the laundry room, the cupboards in the kitchen, the filing cabinet and then I circled around a second and third time, looking in vain for that box of keys.
I can’t find it.
I bought new padlocks with keys.
If you were a box of keys, where would you be? Until I find it, I’m not sure I can ever truly rest again. (Just kidding. Nothing comes between me and sound sleep.)
But I would like to unlock this mystery.
Do you save mystery keys? What about old calendars? (Yes, I do have a pair of shoes that I owned in high school. Why are you asking?)