It's a key point

Who would have thought that moving could make one philosophical? That it could cause one to ponder human nature?

I can tell you first hand moving makes one sore as well as philosophical. My mind keeps telling me I’m 30 and invincible; my body tells me the truth.

I moved Saturday. Sunday I started the process of unpacking. Being fairly organized I knew where to find the important things: my meds, deodorant, cat food (heaven forbid I can’t find THAT), makeup (ditto), and all things that make me presentable to the world.

Then I started in on the first box I came across and began putting things away. I found a few things that caused me to stop and think. Then I put them away.

They were the first items to go into the junk drawer in the kitchen of my new home.

I’m convinced everyone has a junk drawer — that important area in the kitchen where you throw old keys, matchbooks, odds and ends that may come in handy someday and will become essential only if you ever throw them away. I’ve had as many as three junk drawers going at a time.

Of course, when I was packing to move I cleaned out the former junk drawer. I’m waiting for the precise moment — and I know it will come — when I will need something that I tossed rather than moved and will wish I had it back.

Except for two keys on a ring. I’ve had them forever. I forgot what they unlock. But I keep them because, who knows? I might need them someday.

What is it about keys that we can’t just throw them out? Really all they’re good for is cluttering up junk drawers. Along with the instruction manual to my Swiffer Wet-Jet, which I already know how to use. It’s not rocket science; it mops floors. But I may need that manual someday. You just never know. I’ll keep it right there with those keys.......

I’ll bet anything Martha Stewart has a junk drawer. I’ll bet there are keys in it too.