Just sitting here thinking about an odd exchange from yesterday. We live in the country, so critters and creatures are an issue at times. Racoons, and deer at the moment.
Anyway, a recent round with racoons had M telling me to just "get the gun and shoot 'em".
Well, that brought to light a little problem.
Now, in a way, I can acknowledge that it may be unwise to have a gun of any kind in the house with a BPD or someone with cyclothymia.... But, it's a long gun. And, I don't believe she knows how to load it or to rack it.... so I don't actually believe there's much danger. OTOH, she THOUGHT about it. Witness and earlier entry, where she left the shotgun out on the dining room table, and her son texted me a concerned message about it.
Anyway, it's locked, now. Cable lock....
And there's the rub. Seems M hid / lost the key. You see, that same morning that I reference, after I locked the gun, I left the key out for me to put away later. She found it, waggled it, and said, "What's this for?". I told her. Took the keys, and put them on the stairway -- there's a place such keys belong, in my mind.
Anyway, I mentioned yesterday / day before that the keys to the gunlock were missing -- that she'd done something with them, but I didn't know what.
"Actually, I remember dropping them into a drawer." "I recall opening a drawer just slightly and dropping them in. I've been puzzling and looking for days about it...."
She recalls the act, but not the specific drawer. Not even the ROOM. Or the piece of furniture, or anything....
Pretty weird. But, she was in a pretty far gone state of mind.... so it's no surprise.
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