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Lost And Found

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One of the more frustrating aspects of moving and unpacking is the tendency I have noticed of my putting things away in places so they won’t get lost, and then forgetting where I put them.

I made certain when we packed up our pictures and wall hangings in ND that the hanging-up hardware was put into sealed bags and accurately labeled. Upon unpacking them in MN I tried to keep the hardware filled bages in one place.

This week I intend to finished hanging up the wall decorations and have done with them. One main thing I wanted to hang is a Zapotec rug. I knew I had the hanging hardware in a marked bag, but do you think I could find it? It wasn’t with any of the other picture hanging hardware. I also knew that neither I nor Husband I would have tossed it out. That meant that I had moved it somewhere for “safe keeping”. Sigh.

I spent much of yesterday going through drawers, arranging and straightening closets and cupboards, and searching any possible place for the rug hardware. I resigned myself to go to the hardware store today to find suitable hanging brackets when, at 5:45, I finally ran across the bag in a bookshelf in the guest room where I intend to hang the rug. I had put the bag there for “safe keeping” but didn’t remeber that I had put it behind a three ring binder. You can see the hardware in the header photo. Today the rug goes up!

When have you lost something after you put it away for safe keeping?

23 thoughts on “Lost And Found”

  3. Oh, let me count the ways! I’ve actually started writing down where a new location when I move something, but I didn’t keep it up, and now I don’t know which notebook that was…

    And Husband has lost a small collection of tools he swears he’d put on a shelf right by the garage door. I wonder if it got taken when we left the garage door open one day… there are only so many spots it could be in, it’s a small garage.

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  5. Rise and Shine, Baboons,

    Right now I am trying to locate the receipt for the Invisible Fence dog wire we had installed 3 years ago before our puppy got so sick. I never did get her trained to it. McGee is now old enough to be trained on it, but I can not get it up and running and I need to call the guy who did the work. The receipt is now missing, but I KNOW I have seen it.

    The rest of the list is long and constant. Batteries, keys that never got replaced, cans of paint. Husband is losing his shoes and other belongings quite often. It does not help that puppy’s favorite thing is to drag off loose shoes and socks to his lair, growling and whipping them from side to side.

    It is all with that sock John Dyer mentions.

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      1. I cannot find the guy. The company says I have to do “the short loop” test which I don’t know how to do, so I can determine if I need a new transmitter.

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  7. This of course has happened to me because I don’t think there’s a human on the planet. It hasn’t happened to however I am pretty good at backtracking; that often works.

    When we went to St. Louis to clean Nonny‘s condo, my middle sister gave me her key when we arrived and then we switched to the keys that Nonny had sitting on the table next to the TV. I was pretty sure that my sister had picked up her set of keys again because she let herself in one afternoon while YA and I were out doing errands. YA and I left St. Louis at 5 am on the last morning; we took the set of keys with us because we had to lock up. About three weeks later my sister texted me and said do I still have those keys? I looked in the only place in the house that I would’ve put those keys. There’s only one place and it’s been the one place for 30+ years. They weren’t there and I looked again and then I tried to backtrack and think you know what bag was I using that day? Did I leave them in the car after we had driven all the way home. Did I toss them knowing that they would never be used again? After spending two days looking for them and telling my sister, I couldn’t find them, YA said “oh I have them in my room”. Aarrggggh

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  9. Oh the curse of being so clever you put things where you won’t loose them! I’m never sure whether it’s better to have a specially designated place, or to simply because creature of habit.

    Wish I were better at forming the habit of choosing a good “special place” in the first place!

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  11. Like others, I regularly forget things, like where I parked the car or why I walked into a room. It’s worrying because my mom has dementia. I recently read “Remember” by Lisa Genova, which helped me feel better. Genova is a neuroscientist who writes for laypeople, and her book does a good job of explaining how the brain creates memories, how they’re stored and recalled, and why we forget things. It’s full of interesting anecdotes and stories from brain research. So now I know that I forgot where I put something because I didn’t pay attention and my brain didn’t have a chance to create the memory. It makes a good argument for slowing down and being mindful.

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  12. Forgetfulness
    by Billy Collins

    The name of the author is the first to go
    followed obediently by the title, the plot,
    the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
    which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never even heard of,

    as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
    decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
    to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

    Long ago you kissed the names of the nine muses goodbye
    and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
    and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,

    something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
    the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.

    Whatever it is you are struggling to remember,
    it is not poised on the tip of your tongue
    or even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.

    It has floated away down a dark mythological river
    whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall

    well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
    who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.

    No wonder you rise in the middle of the night
    to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
    No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
    out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.

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