…sorry to bother you, but we thought these might be yours.

so about a week and a half ago, natalia and i were gonna get up early and go running…but silly girl wasn’t quite fully awake, so by the time she got up, we decided we’d much rather go downtown than run in the now 90 degree weather.  so we went into an art gallery (felt kinda bad cause a local artist was speaking and we kinda just bombarded in..oops), had lunch at roly poly…and wanted to go down to city market and chandler’s wharf.  so we were walking…bright sun shiny day…and then it started to rain.  it wasn’t bad…just a few drizzly rain bits.  so we’re walking….and then we see these keys…just lying on the ground.  apartment keys and a honda car key.  so talia and i stop, look at each other, pick the keys up, look at each other again…and decide that right about then…our li’l excursion downtown coulda been made into a silent short film.  (cue the music)  so then, we decided to take it to the nearby art gallery (man…there seems to be a lot of those down there)…and we talked to the owner and asked if he knew anyone who was looking for keys or if he knew anyone who drove a honda.  he said no…and suggested us to try across the street.  so upon exiting the man’s oil paint gallery, we see a nice man walking an elderly man to a van.  after the elderly man gets into the car…we pipe out an “excuse me” and proceed to ask about the keys again.  and then the nice man says …the woman upstairs drives a honda.  we learned that she had taken her huge dog out for a walk, and it was quite possible she could have dropped the keys in this process.  so not knowing what else to do, it seemed logical to maybe try her apartment.  talia and i shuffled up the stairs, yes, still in the drizzlin rain, and knocked on her door.  dum de dum de dum…no answer.  so we ran back down…and the nice man who had guided us toward the apartment asked us if we wanted to leave a note.  so we walked up to Dr. Le….something spelled kinda funky i don’t remember’s apartment and he proceeded to get a piece of paper and an envelope for us.  talia wrote a nice li’l note while i noticed the developmental psychology books on his bookshelf.  “so you’re a psychologist?” i asked.  i told him about how i did work study with the children’s memory study.  he told me about how he worked with autistic children in his work study a long time ago (maybe it was a sign!).  talia finished the letter, we thanked the nice man, and ran upstairs, now the rain was coming down slightly harder….we hung the keys on her door handle…and shoved the envelope in the crack of the door.  so that was it…our mini adventure.  cue music, scene: natalia and sandy walking back to catch the parking meter…fuzzy circle around us….fade out.  The end.  

we drove by the apartment on our way back home, but the envelope was still in the crack, the keys on the door.  oh well.  we tried.

one day, i’m going to live downtown on the waterfront.  imma sit on the li’l balcony and watch silly kids wandering in the rain. 

so that’s my cheese for the day.