I looked for my favorite garden clippers for days. That is the tool that I always pick up when going into the garden. A weed digger or loppers are meant for specific things, whereas clippers are useful every day. The unloved clipper worked in a pinch, but it didn’t open easily and did not fit my hand as well. Every day I looked for the one with green handles, knowing I was the only person who had used it. It should have been visible on a stone or with my gloves. I was resigned to the loss, wondering if maybe I had tossed it on the burn pile along with small branches.
Finally, when struggling to get the lead detached from Kacey’s harness, I spotted the prized tool. If I hadn’t had dirty gloves on, I would have smacked myself on the head. You dunce!! You said you’d remember where you put them. I can’t trust you to keep track of anything! I do remember I was struggling with too many things, and this seemed like a logical place to leave them for a short while. That short while was agonizingly long!
I’ll show you how it looked when I spotted it.
If I had looked at the grill from the side, I would have seen it quickly. It was at Kacey’s eye level. Just the day before I had cleaned the yellow pollen off the top of the grill. My hands could have touched the handles several times, but they remained invisible to me.
Mehrling Muse 
How funny! I do that kind of thing all the time, don’t sweat it. 😘
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That is comforting.
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You, my friend, are no dunce, just refreshingly human and of a stage in life when such things happen. The good thing is you found them! And it did look like a handy place to tuck them. I find that when I am rushing I will make mistakes and at 70 something I am convinced that multitasking is overrated and an invitation to lose or forget something. Blessings to you. Michele
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Thanks for your comforting words.
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It looks like a dandy place to hang ’em though Anne!
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All good – you are not alone! Just part of a busy day!
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So far I’ve not done more than one stupid thing a day. Thanks for your kind words.
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Someone mistake do something. That’s no dunce.
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I hate when that happens! (And it happens to me all the time!)
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Misery loves company.
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I’m forgetful sometimes too Anne. My way of overcoming this is to always put a tool back where I found it no matter what!
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Yours is the best way.
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We all put things in a safe place and then can’t find them. I’ve been doing this all my life.
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You are well-practiced.
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Lost in plan site happens often here..and don’t we all have our fave .tools.
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The story had a happy ending even if parts of the middle were frustrating!
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My dear, you have plenty of company. I think we all have so much stuff anymore, it is easy to lose track of where we had it last. It is a daily occurrence around here.
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That was balm too a wounded spirit.
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And that is why we lift each other up; to heal our wounded spirits. You heal us; we heal you, and we pass it on.
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This is a marvelous world neighborhood!
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😉
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