Dog watching: one of my least favorite activities in the City. One has to leash them, then follow up by collecting everything they ‘drop’; there are so many other dogs that have to be greeted, and so much sniffing. My god, the stops and starts. I call it dog google: every pillar and post has to be nosed and peed on or near. It is the most jerky walk experience. Got up early, very early to take them out, as it was the weekend, and I figured if I was out early, there would be fewer dogs, fewer people in general and I could be lax about my appearance. I walk the jerky walk for 3/4 of a block. Cross at the intersection light and begin the jerky walk on the next block of sidewalk. I walk to the end of the block, which in the village are small blocks, and all of a sudden, a very clear realization, that I do not have my keys. I had hooked the keys into my waist band, and I feel instantly: they are gone. Now, I have not gone far. I immediately turn around to retrace my steps…not to be found. No where! I can not imagine that someone else has picked them up so quickly. What are they going to do with them? The key chain is from Australia and distinctive seed pods, three of them roped together. Also on the ring is my aborted seaplane ride – indicated by a seaplane charm hanging with the keys. For the rest, no name, no number. Why would anyone want them? I trace and retrace so many times, I’m wearing grooves in the cement sidewalk. Finally decide I just better get on with it, as I have a “scene due” in class in less than 2 hours. But of course, I am locked out! And the best part is: the inner door, had been defect for all the years I live here. I did not know it until a new tenant pointed it out last week and suggested it should be fixed. He was absolutely right, so the super it fixed, yesterday!! By chance, just now on exiting, I had left the ‘outer door’ ajar. So I could get in to the entrance hallway. But the next door, was now fixed and not accessible. Had I been able to get in the second door, as I could have the previous day, I have an apartment key hidden in the building, so I can always access that and my apartment. Of course, I am outside sans phone, so can’t call the super. Don’t know which apartment is his, just know it is in one of the buildings but with a phone, I can text him. There I stand. Dogs in hand, looking, well, less than stellar, and no way to open the door. There are 8 units in my building. Who do you buzz on a weekend morning?