2008-06-24
A life without keys is oddly comfortable. If you are a robber reading this entry please be advised that I will not reveal my wherabouts.
Since my car went to the national kidney foundation, and I gave my keys to the old place to the dude who moved in there, I have had very little use for them, except when I need to get into the office in the morning. In fact, that naggy little voice in the head that says, "Do you have your keys?" may well be dead at this juncture. My keys reside permanently in my bag I take to work. I often forget to think about them at all. Without keys to the house, I traipse in and out of life unmuddled by that clinking sound of access. When I walk the dog I need only my hands for the dooce bag, the treat, and her leash. Keys...who needs 'em? The only trouble is that I can't very well lock the house when my man leaves the house and I am going to go to sleep, because he doesn't have keys either. I would like to install a key code doorway, so I can continue this kookiness.
In other news, many seem to feel my decision to remain without a car is a political statement. Actually it is a statement about my supreme laziness. That said, with gas approaching 4.40 around here, I think the timing of my declaration of laziness is impeccable! A summer of high gas prices means I'll be sticking with the train until I can find a geo metro convertible on craigslist that doesn't get flagged for removal before I have a chance to scoop it up.
In the meantime, I do need to get my dog less hostile towards alternative means of transportation with wheels--all of which she seems to loathe. Perhaps a hound basket is in order. She could not chill with the Oregonian Senator who was on NPR this morning bragging about how he bicycles to his job every day. I could vote for a presidential candidate whose platform was MORE BICYCLES! Think of how that could quickly reduce our dependence on foreign oil--if every city provided free bicycles to the residents for regular use. I worry about Obama's friendship with the ethanol industry, but not as much as I worry about John McCain's relationship with the cryptmaster.