Have you ever had that feeling that something wasn't quite right and it takes you a minute to figure out what's wrong? Like the day your father put on a purple tie, and something just didn't seem quite NORMAL about it?
Yeah, it's been kind of like that. The window shade in my kitchen has gone missing. Every time I walk in there, I'm struck by how BIG and OPEN the window seems before it dawns on me that it's not supposed to be that way. From that point on, all I can see is the pegs at the top that should be supporting a window shade.
I wanted to call my mom and ask her either if she took the shade (for some strange purpose) or what normal adults do when they arrive home and their window coverings have left. But alas, she wasn't home, and I can't very well call my Dad on this one, he'd start making up scarier scenerios about what happened and then he'd tell me I should padlock every possible entrance into the house, including the vent to the kitchen fan.
I keep making up excuses for the window shade. The management company for this apartment is usually really good about giving the required 24 hour notice before entering, so my first thought yesterday when I first noticed that the shade was gone was that someone.... broke in and took the window shade.... leaving the good silver in the closet, the china in the cupboard, the DVDs in the hallway, and the computers upstairs. Yeaaaahhhh. Or maybe, just maybe, this was the work of a Very Strange peeping tom, who gets off on watching people dance around the kitchen in sweats while cooking. Hey, you never know, and I'm sure there's people out there who would be flattered by the thought of someone wanting to watch them boogie in the kitchen in sweats.
Kyrie will be locating the apartment management today and asking them their whereabouts yesterday morning and whether they know anything about the Case of the Missing Window Shade.