Losing things. That’s been a theme this summer. First there was Diaper Diva’s iPhone, which fell off the top of her car (with my William Gibson book) while she was driving and was later returned to her by a good samaritan named Pansy. The book was never found. Then she couldn’t find her digital camera. I lost my Miu Miu sunglasses. Teen Spirit lost his eyeglasses.

The summer of losing things.

Today, Artsy Grandma couldn’t find her car keys. "They’re probably in that alternate universe along with our lost cell phones, glasses, keys," Hepcat said.

An alternate universe just out of reach. Indeed, where do all these things disappear to?

Looking for AG’s keys: we searched and searched the house, the grounds, the cars, the garden, the other garden, the other, other garden (AG is an amazing gardener). So many places to look, so many places for a set of car keys to get lost.

Not found. Yet. She’s ordered a new set and a back up. Tomorrow she’ll be towed to the dealership to get the keys. Maybe they’ll turn up before then. Maybe.