I HATE when I do this.
I was doing some stuff in the closet. Longtime readers know the Secret Lair has exactly one closet, built in 2017 with the bedroom addition. The addition is eight by sixteen, five feet of which was cordoned off with a partial wall so I could finally have a place to actually put clothing. It’s a little tight. Sometimes – basically twice annually when I switch my seasonal stuff – it gets a clean-out. Anyway, I needed my cobweb brush.
The cobweb brush is on a long extendable pole, and it’s kept in the bathroom. Always. Without exception. So I went into the bathroom to get my cobweb brush – and it wasn’t there.
It’s a big blue brush on a long pole. In a small cabin. A little hard to hide. But it wasn’t ANYWHERE. I went outside and looked in the tin shed where, in addition to seasonal stuff, I also keep the solar panel squeegee. The missing pole and cobweb brush was not a minor matter because when snow falls the brush comes off the pole and the squeegee goes on it. I needed that pole. Maybe I had absently already switched appliances and then forgot about it? Would have been a strange thing to do in October but I’m getting – not younger. But no. It wasn’t in the tin shed.
Now I had to do something I really hate – I had to stop and think. Okay: I sort of recall that the last time I used the cobweb brush, which wasn’t that long ago because you wouldn’t believe the spiders here, I thought to myself it’s getting awfully full of nasty old cobwebs. So I intended to take it outside and clean it with the yard hose. And so assume I did that. And then I did something clever with it. Something that made perfect sense at the time. But what?
I literally reached the standing in the yard waving my arms and cursing myself stage when I happened to see…
I laid it on the sunny wall of the cabin to dry. And totally forgot it existed.
I’m a frickin’ hermit in the frickin’ desert. With a mind like mine, there are times I think I’m lucky to be alive.
I understand. I just have a bigger AO with more hiding places, to stand around and look around. A single circuit around the house, 22′ car hauler, 24′ Yoder Shed and 30×45 ft shop, is a 160-180 yard walk. So I know exactly what it’s like to get to the standing in the yard, waving my arms and cursing stage.
Sing it, brother. Quite often I say to myself, Why did I do that? , Where did I put that? , If I were a (name of item I’m looking for) where would I be? Well, I better look first in the least logical place.
The granddaddy is, How did it get there?
I do thank the LORD for his good grace. If it were up to me only, I would be done for already.
I hear you Joel! I’m now at the point where I can lose something without even moving away from where I was using it. Thinking of attaching a go-pro to my head & videoing every move I make- that should fix it…
I drove to Wyoming from Illinois to visit Youngest Daughter and family once. So being a Paranoid Redneck, I was sure some thug would break into my house while I was gone, so I hid the keys to my gun box and tool shed. And yep, once I got home it took a couple of weeks to remember where I hid em. Just some more symptoms of this aging crap I suppose.
This reminds me of that old joke about memory being the second thing to go…
I’m glad you found it, those brushes ain’t cheap and, considering the added cost in time and distance, a royal pain to replace.
One hermit, many spiders. Admit it, they outwitted you this time, no shame in being grossly outnumbered. Be glad you’re not trying the hermit life in the Australian outback…many abandoned shacks out there. Also many abandoned vehicles of people looking for hermits, or vacant shacks, or wildlife, or just going to the shop, or looking for missing people, or collecting abandoned vehicles….etc.
I’m glad to read y’all are catching up with me. I’ve been doing ‘all of the above’ since I was a kid. The best one for me is when I pick something up and “put it away.” Might as well go buy a new one because, as George Carlin said, it went to the pile, and the pile is not going to release it back to me.