When the Seasons Change (with Pollen & Full Moon)

I saw a sun dog this morning on my way home from walking Romeo. The south end of our street was closed due to road work. I was at our intersection talking to Mike the traffic cop. "Look! See that?"

"A rainbow," Mike said. "Does it mean good luck?"

"Of course," I said. "It's called a sun dog and it's from the sunlight hitting ice crystals."

When I came home I realized I didn't have my keys. I used the secret hidden spare key to get back in. I was hyperventilating, telling myself breathe, breathe, calm down. No keys. I must've dropped them on my walk. I left Romeo at home and ran back out. I passed Mike and told him, "I dropped my keys on my dog walk!"

"You'll find them," Mike said.

 

I ran down East School Street in a total panic, retracing my steps. I had the wherewithal to remember where on Hazel Street Romeo had pooped. That might be when the clip slipped off my jeans pocket, right next to Nautical Enterprises. I didn't see the keys so I rang their doorbell. They opened the door and said "We have your keys!! We saw the YMCA tag and were either going to call the Y or maybe just hang the keys on the telephone pole." 

 

I said thank you. "Calling the YMCA would have worked because I work there! And I've found keys before and dropped them at the police department. But if you hang them up and someone steals them they could get into someone's house!"

 

"But thank you so much, I always lose my keys when the seasons change," I said, laughing. I came home and hunted for my fanny pack, figuring that would be more secure now that I'm not wearing a winter coat. After several searches around the house I started remembering when I used it last, and I finally found it.