Old age is not for wimps ...

After Gloria died, I kept her key chain, car keys, and key fob as a kind of backup set of keys.

About a week or so ago, the car key fob that I have been using broke and came off my keychain.  The Toyota dealership in town, which can do most repairs for a Honda, can't do anything about the key fobs.  I have to go and see the Honda dealership in Nanaimo.  So I took Gloria's key fob off Gloria's key chain and put it on my key chain.

Today I was out doing cell watch with Community Policing.  As we were walking back from an hour of cell watch, crossing the crosswalk, I noticed that some poor sap had lost his keys in the crosswalk and that they had been run over several times.  Then I realized that the keys looked very familiar.  And then, as I bent down to pick them up, I fell over, and of course the light then changed against me.  Some very kind young man, and my partner in Community Policing, came over and helped me get back up and off the street.  I do not appear to have damaged anything in "The Fall" except my pride.

The car key fob, which was on my key chain, no longer attaches to a key chain and doesn't work in any case.

My car key does work.

The car key fob, which was *formerly* on my key chain, no longer attaches to a key chain and *does* work.

The key to my mailbox does work.

(The other two keys on my keychain probably work, but are emergency backup keys.)

I have a small bag which will sort of contain the keys and will keep them from poking holes in my pocket.

So, sooner than I wanted to, I will have to go down to the Honda dealership in Nanaimo and order another couple of key fobs for my car.

Gonna go soak in a hot bathtub ...