Wednesday, February 16, 2005

It was the key that did it

It was the key that did it.

I removed the broken portion out of the lock with a pair of needle nosed pliers. I have left the top portion on my key ring as a reminder.

I think that the key gave out and broke from metal fatigue. The same key in the same lock for more than 10 years. If I averaged 3 uses a day or so, that would be 10,000 times that key had been used to open that lock. That’s a lot of twisting and turning and torque on a little sliver of metal.

I had put the key in the lock and then the Distraction Team (Chaos and Entropy, my 11 and 8 year old children) distracted me, I looked back and didn’t pay any attention to what I was doing and it snapped off. Just a little metal fatigue. Mental fatigue.

We stayed out in the garage for a while until I remembered that I might have a spare key in the glove compartment of the car. It was a strange time. We were home, but we weren’t. We were hungry and only 5 steps from the refrigerator. We were cold and only 15 steps from the fireplace. Tired and only a few feet from the sofa. Frustration, yes.

I opened the kitchen door, and then we were home. Just like that. A strange little moment and then it was over. But I was over it. I had reached the end.

I have been trying to do too much this week. I spent this morning “skipping out” of staff meeting (why do they need me there? I am the most junior member of the staff) and canceling my meeting with my spiritual director. He understood. I am at home and got some rest. I may or may not go to church tonight – I am not teaching. I accepted the help from a friend last night and she brought me dinner. The 11 year old baked homemade cookies – and washed up. (And who doesn’t believe in miracles?) And one of my favorite people in the world – my 90(?) year old Pastoral Counselor Prof, who I count as a close friend brought me one of his “cooking experiments” – a vegetarian fried rice. (The 11 year old – better know as Chaos – asked what was in it. I said Tofu. The response is not publishable.)

My little kitty is sitting on my shoulder as I type this. Abundance does abound, And I am not in control. What ever made me think I was?

The key did it. Doors will be opened.

2 comments:

Michael said...

Its nice to hear the rest of the story.

Take Care
Michael

Danny said...

You typed "metal fatigue," but what my eyes saw the first time through was "mental fatigue." Ha! Not sure if that describes you or me or both. Anyway, thanks for the story ... and just so you know, I looked at my old worn car key today, and immediately replaced it with a new one.