Billy Crystal’s new book is called “Still
Foolin’ ‘Em: Where I’ve Been, Where I’m Going, and Where the Hell Are My Keys?”
I can relate. Like Billy, I’m an aging boomer (wait, that’s
redundant).
And, where are my keys, Billy? My husband and I moved a month ago and
precious unpacking time has been spent on key quests or looking for the iPhone
charger, or seeking any number of other misplaced possessions.
Our patterns are disrupted.
Totally.
There’s a reason for this. We moved our keys 400 miles away
from their usual places. Yet, according to the Holmes – Rahe Stress
Inventory Scale provided by the American Institute of Stress (I’m glad I
didn’t work there!), changing residences is only #32 on the list of life’s most
stressful events. I also retired last month; retirement is #10. So, if you take the move, the retirement, add
my age, and divide by the average mean temperature you get … no closer to finding
my keys or the phone charger.
The good news is we put up a key rack. Now, to remember
where it is and to use it.
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