I Will Finish When I Find the Tools

I have an, ah, let’s just call it an instinct, that drives Elaine crazy. She would call it a disease, but she can be awfully wrong. When I am working with tools, I do not put them away if I am EVER going to use them again. I leave the tool when I finish my project and then I know exactly where I left it.

For three decades she has been trying to show me the error of my ways. I walk out to the fence to where I was digging last month and I find my shovel is no longer there. Into the house I go!

Me: Have you seen my shovel? Elaine: I put it in the shed, so you could find it. Me: I could find it if you would have left it by the fence, I can’t find it because you put it in the shed. Elaine: next time look in the shed first, then you will find it where it belongs. Better still, why don’t you put it back in the shed? Me: I don’t have time to talk about this, I need to find my shovel.

Over the years, we have had this conversation hundreds of times. Not always about shovels, but hammers, reading glasses, clothing, car keys, (you get where I’m going?) My instincts worked pretty well for the first 45 years of my life, it’s the last ten years or so that it hasn’t worked too great.

Don’t tell Elaine, but sometimes I just can’t find my stuff. Maybe Elaine is moving everything I own just to win this battle.

I am absolutely sure I am right and this thing is instinctive. Boy Twin has it, also. I will need a tool and looking for it where I left it. Of course, it’s gone. Just when I start questioning my memory, Boy Twin will tell me he used it and knows where it is.

Boy Twin: I know where the hammer is. Me: Where? Go get it. Boy Twin: I was using it at the end of the driveway, I’ll be right back!

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