Well after a mostly uneventful day the end of it was very “interesting” indeed. I’d finished the quota for the day and had headed out to run some errands and gone to Ravenna Park which is just a handful of blocks away from my apartment. It had been recommended to me by a colleague as a good change of scene, something that was reinforced for me the other day when I found that someplace pastoral with no wifi was extremely therapeutic.
So that was where I went and it was most pleasant. Unfortunately i had forgotten my pencils so all I could d was relax for a bit and then I headed first to the Dreaming, to say hi to some friends, the good will where I found a good looking green shirt for a steal and finally to browse at University Books. All fun except I was feeling the beginning of a funk possibly triggered by certain news events I’d been following much of the day so I was thinking about going to bead relatively early… It was then I realized I didm’t have my keys.
This of course led to an immediate panic attack and grasping at straws and being VERY temperamental. After ascertaining they were not on my person or backpack I began a frantic and probably hopeless retracing of my footsteps up the Ave. It began to feel more and more hopeless as I went along. After I had asked at two of my stops I figured I was most likely to have dropped them at a place I had been relaxing at, otherwise I would have heard the distinct clink of keys landing on pavement. This meant either the park or the Dreaming, and since at the Dreaming they’d say “Oh look, Bill’s keys lets keep them safe” I went to the park first, all the way figuring out the logistics of having to call the building manager for a new set and borrowing some clippers to free up my bicycle.
Fortunately there they were lying under the tree as I had hoped and I thanked the lords of causality loudly.
The only downside to this to me is one of my little personal superstitions is applying newtonian physics to luck. That means I frequently worry about wasting it on something trivial. Make no mistake I’m glad I found them, but I was also annoyed about loosing them in the first place. Wouldn’t this luck be better served on something more substantial? Like walking away from a nasty bike accident or a lottery ticket.
On the bright side there’s nothing like an adrenaline rush to burn out a funk.
