Two Key Observations

I left the key to the rental house on the counter Sunday as I exited. I felt a great deal of relief. I’ve spent the last couple of weeks coordinating and executing a move, the last part of which has involved the sale/dispersal of unwanted belongings and the house cleaning that typical accompanies relocating. Saturday was formally the ‘last day’ but even after the house was cleaned, a lone crib remained, awaiting a potential buyer, who came in the evening and was my final cause for returning.

It felt so good to drive away without a feeling that there was still something left to return and tend to.

It was a good house, sans the recurring theme of rat encounters. I’ve already written about 2 of the 3 rat related stories, and I swear to you that I was expecting one last tail tale to arise out of the move, especially when I was rustling around the area I’ve come to know and “Rat-Alley”. But I was spared any final rodent exposure, and those stories aside, the house served it’s purpose and gave us a place to stay comfortably while we regrouped and refocused our home buying efforts.

I’ve strived to, and surprisingly, I’ve succeeded in keeping the number of keys on my keychain to an absolute minimum. For some reason, perhaps just that of it having been a focus and ritual of my life for some 20+ years, I’ve silently and subconsciously equated the number of keys I carry around on my keychain to the complexity of my daily life. Yet if you’ve read more then a hand full of my posts on this website… you know as well as I do that the concept is far from reality. Still, I get comfort in doing so.

For the past few weeks, were you to add them up, three would be the number thoust would count, and the number of the counting would be three. Four wouldst thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three.

Today, the count shall now be two. Three is right out.

And there is much rejoicing.