Keys

GI and I walked to Towers last night after dinner. All I brought were my keychain and a credit card. I figured that was all I needed for our trip.

It was past eight so most of the stores were closed. The only stores open were K-Mart and Coles. We went around K-Mart first before heading for Coles. At Coles, we picked up several grocery items then made our way back.

Having already used one of the two items I had brought with me, my thoughts turned to the other ... my keychain ... then to keys.

I thought of my maternal grandmother. She used to have a set of keys that hung off the pocket of her duster. She had a special clip that is hard to describe but it allowed her keys to be clasped securely. There were at least ten keys there. After she passed away in 1973, I don't think we ever figured out what all her keys were for.

Back in Manila, I had so many keys in my keychain. One for the padlock for the gate in Makati, another for the small door in the gate, one for the main entrance, and another for the master's bedroom. Plus I had keys to help us get into both our folks' places at Quezon City. That would be a total of six, at least, because I can no longer recall if I kept other keys in my old keychain. (I might have had a spare key to the car in that keychain, I don't know anymore.)

Here in Australia, the garage door opens using a remote while the bedrooms (and the bathrooms!) don't even have locks on the door. So when we got home, it didn't matter that my keychain only had one key in it. That was all we needed.