Mom is trying to tell us something

It’s the damn key scenario again. I dropped my keys on the ground this morning, but I found them soon afterwards. Then my father called, sounding upset, to share that he lost HIS keys. He turned his apartment upside down, checked all his pockets, even flipped his walker upside down. I reassured him that everyone loses their keys, I just did it, and it doesn’t mean he went senile. Heck, in all likelihood, the keys will wind up at the Wellness Center (I’ve learned that routine). I felt a sense of foreboding that this was going to get weirder. And indeed it did. After a nice afternoon bike ride with my friend Julie, I reached for my car key in my backpack – it was gone. Not in the café where we had lunch, not in the parking lot. I got rescued by my neighbor with a spare key. Maybe the key will reappear . . . or more likely, it’s my mother making another spiritual appearance. She used to dream about lost keys and amaze me when she called to report their location, from thousands of miles away – how will she do that now? I talked to my father about it. Is she testing us to make sure we remember her psychic skills? Is she nagging us from the great beyond? Fortunately, he laughed when I said, “Dad, mom is messing with us!” He feels a little bit better. I’m a little bit more paranoid. We’re going to check tomorrow about our respective dreams to see what Mom has to say.