i have this problem with keys. when i moved in with ephelba, i instantly lost a set of keys somewhere in an insanely tiny two-bedroom apartment. its not really all that small, but with the two cats, the two dogs, the seven year old boy, more books than any of us will ever read, [and more on the way] more toys than any of us will ever play with [and more of those on the way] and the five year old boy that ephelba watches, the walls do seem to close in a bit. so i blamed my key loss on the celebration of chaos that reigns in our realm. i called it 'clutter' once, much to the dismay of ephelba. she took it badly, but i didn't mean it to be judgemental. but the chaos was not really to blame. i'd had an uneasy truce with those keys for some time now. but aparently with the move, hostilities have been renewed. my relationship with the keys has never been easy [so what else is new?] i have abandonment issues regarding keys, and they have taken this moment to exploit this. so right after i lose my first set of keys in the apartment, my other set of keys contrive to get themselves locked in my truck. this they did on purpose, necessitating a trip to my old apartment to pick up some spares. things went along well for a time, but then i angered the keys in the 'bus incident,' and they took their revenge by being lost for ten days. i was running for the commuter bus from my lot down to central campus. now when i'm all on time and sitting pretty on the bus, these drivers wait for every slow poke loser who couldn't hoist it out of bed in time to make the bus. so we wait for all these folks, running up with their shoes untied and their first cup of coffee still undrunk in their hand. but when its my turn to be late, where is the waiting? there is none. and this bus blithely pulls away completely ignoring me yelling and waving. so i've got my keys in my throwing hand, and on my keyring is a fairly weighty thingamabob, key fob? i don't know but i whip it at the bus. it smacks the side of the bus smartly with a good thwack. but the bus keeps going. and somehow the keyring got ran over by the bus and is now slightly deformed. but here's the thing: in less than fourty eight hours, these exact same keys will leap out of my pocket while i play with my yo-yo [and i mean the actual toy] in the front yard of a friends house. abandoning me. there they stay for over a week, until ephelba retrives them [thank you again!] during her poop adventure. but thats her story.