Except for thirty banker’s boxes full of books, we have unpacked everything else from the move. We are awaiting the arrival of seven bookcases sometime next week.
There are a few things that we can’t find, and I doubt they are in with the books. I am missing the widemouth graniteware funnel I use to fill canning jars. The cornstarch container has gone missing. Snow scrapers for the truck are nowhere to be found. All of those are easily replaced.
Husband was distressed earlier this week, however, when he couldn’t find his cello endpin anchor. It prevents the cello from sliding out from underneath him when he plays it on a wood or laminate floor. I found some on Amazon, but they would take several days to arrive, and he really wanted to try out the cello . We searched all over with no luck, and then I got what I thought was a brilliant idea for a temporary solution. The plug for the kitchen sink broke shortly after we moved in, and we went to Ace Hardware in town to get a replacement. Since we weren’t exactly sure what one would work the best so we bought a couple of different kinds. I remembered that one we had stored under the sink would work great for an endpin. It was rubber and perfectly shaped if put upside down:
He was so happy to play his cello. I will order some real endpins, as he always seems to misplace them, but this will work well for now.
What have been some of your memorable misplacements? What have been some of your more brilliant ideas?
Trail Baboon 
your situation is the story of my life and your solution is how all of mine come to pass. Congratulations on figuring it out. I didn’t know he played cello it’s that a new instrument for him or did he get a new cello? I would guess you could also solve it by putting down a piece of carpeting for him to set the pin in.
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He has played since elementary school.
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We lost two valuable irreplaceable items in our moves. Later I will explain a recent idea when my eyes work.
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My dad liked to do his own plumbing. Once he replaced a section of pipe under the bathroom sink with metal tubing from the vacuum. It worked great until my mom put some Draino down the drain and it ate a hole in the thin metal.
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At the end of my life, I want back all the time I spent looking for things. It’s so frustrating, and it’s often when you’re in a hurry. Hope I can remember a specific one.
I can be fairly resourceful, though. And Husband has been known to create a new puzzle piece, with cardboard and colored pens, for a missing one.
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Back to my washer/dryer. It has to be raised off the floor 5 inches to get the duct end in the dryer to match up with the duct end in the wall. It is then tricky to get it both stable and at least close to plumb and level. I helped Kevin first put it in new 5 years ago. This time It took more than an hour to get it stable but a bit out of plumb. I washed the first load of clothes and all went fine. But when I bent down to pick up clothes out of the washer, the dryer door closes to right over my neck. Risky and shall we say a pain in the neck. I devised a very cunning plan, to quote from Black Adder. Next to the door of the room is a five foot tall cabinet with two pictures standing on it. I tied a string to a 2 lb. dumbbell. I found a wood squeeze clothespin which I tied to the other end of the string. So when I lift clothes out, I clip the clothespin to the handle of the dryer door to hold it open. Otherwise, the clothespin and string are hidden behind the picture with the dumbbell.
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Sounds like Clyde.
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That’s what I was thinking.
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Rise and Shine, Baboons,
I recently lost an earring that I still want to find, and I am not having much luck, despite my desperate prayers to St. Anthony. While I was not raised Catholic, every good Catholic child I knew used this prayer for retrieving lost items.
The most valuable thing I knew of that was lost was my Grandmother’s diamond ring. It was a large, emerald cut diamond that disappeared one day. The theories within the Pipestone family were elaborate and varied, ranging from she lost it in the garden to the drug addict cousin came in and stole it. No matter the cause, the expensive ring was gone. Then one day about 15 years after it was lost, it re-appeared in her flower garden. Mystery solved. When Grandma died in 1997, one of her daughters bought it from the estate for a large, undisclosed amount of money. Now I think a cousin has it.
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How cool that it showed up again! I’ve had a theory that rings have a mind of their own, and go where they darned well please.
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Too many losses to list. It seems that things are lost for a long time after a move. Eventually they turn up. I’m missing quite a few things. I had a stash of toothbrushes, toothpaste, floss, dental picks, and a dental hygiene kit. I have searched everywhere and they’re not to be found. I have also lost my box of Christmas cards with my related lists. I’ve turned the house upside down looking for that one. More troubling is that last Friday, the day I got Maggie, I stopped in Waterville at my friend Pam’s house. We’ve always shared a love of dogs and if we get a puppy, we immediately get together to see it. So I stopped by. She gave me a little collar and a leash for Maggie. I’m still using the leash but I replaced the collar. I set it down somewhere and I can’t find it to save my life! I was going to give it back to her because it was brand new.
I think getting a puppy on the cusp of winter was insane! Now I’m living with the results!
We have had some minor successes in the past 12 hours. I got some sleep last night. Not the best sleep I ever had, but I feel somewhat better today. She slept in my bed with me for about two of those hours and it went well. I’ve given up on crate training (for now) because the distress it was causing her was making her soil her crate instead of going outside. Since I decided to back off on the crate training until I have a pen, she has done that job outside 3 out of 4 times!
I’m sad about not going up to my Lakehome for this week but I think it’s best to stay here and get some training under our belt.
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Good luck, Krista!
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Thanks!
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I rediscovered where we put the sausage maker, the tagine, and other ceramic bakers. We have a multitude of cupboards in the new garage, and that where they were stored.
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The inability to use items for activities that they aren’t meant for is called Functional Fixedness. The best ER nurses are said to be devoid of Functional Fixedness.
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I’m still hoping to find the wedding ring I put in my pocket one summer day in 2021.
And the can of money my uncle buried in the back yard in 1920 something.
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I misplace things all the time. This fall, I forgot where I put my Halloween decorations. I don’t decorate much for Halloween and it was only a couple of things, but one is a ceramic ghost my aunt made and I’d hate to lose it for good. Hoping it turns up somewhere. At work, I left my mouse behind at another office location and had to get a different mouse and coordinating “dongle” from IT. When a coworker returned my old mouse, I couldn’t find its dongle anywhere and tore my work backpack apart looking for it. I finally found it in the bottom of the little drawstring bag that holds my headphones and earbuds.
I might have a brilliant idea occasionally but can’t think of anything at the moment.
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My brilliant ideas used to come in the form of room arrangements I wanted to try. We now have a small enough house that there just aren’t that many ways to move things around…
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I once had jumper cables, but at some point in the last couple of decades they didn’t make the move from the old car to the replacement car. How did I fail to notice when I was cleaning out the old car? It’s a mystery.
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With age, I’ve actually gotten a smidgen of wisdom. About 10 years ago or so, after having misplaced something, I sat myself down and I said to myself “don’t ever say to yourself ‘I’ll put it here and I’ll remember that I’ve put it here’. As soon as I start to say that to myself these days, I stop and I rethink where I’m putting it And put it in a much more logical or obvious spot. It’s really helped a lot.
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I’ve also decided that relocating something is often not a good idea. Or maybe the new location should be written down. But can you imagine trying to keep a list of where everything is?? Talk about an easy road to insanity!
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