Yesterday we got a bit of a scare at the St. Clair home. My doctor has increased my BP and triglyceride meds to help control my mild kidney disease. He also wants me to increase my exercise. I’m supposed to be going to arobics classes three times a week (something which sometimes takes a back seat to a busy schedule). But I like getting out and mowing our lawn (though done on our Troy-bilt lawn tractor). At least it does provide excercise I wouldn’t get otherwise, especially because it is a large lot to mow. One of the back tires was low on air, so I pulled the mower up beside my car and hooked the compressor up to my cigarette lighter (which I don’t otherwise use). I started the car so the use of the power wouldn’t be any drain on the battery. Upon exiting I must have hit the fob door lock accidentally, and the car was locked up “tighter than a drum”. My wife always has a spare key, so I wasn’t sweating too bad yet. When I asked her to get it for me, it was nowhere to be found. After searching high and low we came to the conclusion that she was not going to be able to locate it, and began calling locksmiths to open the car. After all, it was running, and the air conditioner was on full blast. I couldn’t believe it. Every locksmith in the phone book was out on a job and couldn’t make it for an indefinate period. I guess it’s a good thing the doctor had increased my BP med. My wife thought she had likely left it in a pocketbook when she had changed last time, but had already gone through her entire collection of purses (that takes a while). Finally, after going back through them again, she located the key in a zipper compartment she hadn’t checked. I told her I guess we both just needed a little lesson. There was a good reason we hadn’t been able to reach a locksmith.