Eric,
This from a very good mate (who spent the last 50 years in Australia), sadly now passed on, on the subject of losing things. I can relate Sooo Well! and I think you will too!;
"When they are lost they are LOST! there must be tons and tons of lost bits in the world. Perhaps a thousand years from now some of them will turn up in an Archaeologists screen miles from where they were dropped and who knows what interpretation will be put on them
Two things brought this to a head with me.
The first was that a couple of months ago I came across my grandfathers pocket watch and chain in a drawer. '' I must put this in a safe place'' thought I because it might get swiped-big mistake! I knew where it was in the drawer but now The place where I put it must be the safest bl--dy place in the world I can't remember what place my genius selected but I can't find it anywhere.
The second thing was when I was working on a small metal component in my workshop-[Not the tidiest place in the world] When I dropped it I saw it land on the floor and bounce into some wood shavings.
When I bent down to pick it up it was'nt there It was'nt anywhere. I swept everthing on the floor up into a heap and sifted it by hand. This got out the files, screw drivers, wrenches, hammers, lathes bench grinders drill presses etc-all good and useful tools I then sifted what was left with a coarse sieve, this produced a bunch of metal bits not of much use.
I then got a flour sifter from the kitchen and set to work with that [a certain mood of sheer bl--dy minded determination had set in by now] Still nothing Well sod it I said to myself I'll get out my prospector's pan and wash the bloody dirt. [paranoia taking a grip] So I actually went out to my car and got the pan. When I walked back into my workshop there in the middle of the floor twinkling and shining in the light with what seemed like a cheeky gin on its face was the component.
Relief and joy you may think- no such bl--dy thing!! I was not in a playful mood, in fact I was ready to kill.
I had it on the anvil with a four pound hammer in my hand in a trice It came That close to paying the ultimate price for its mischief and it was at that moment, gentlemen, that I realised that I needed the counsel and comfort of my friends on the forum.
Two things I have learned and yet not learned.
1-Never work on small bits when your workshop floor is knee deep in woodshavings and dust.
2-Never put anything in a safe place unless you indicate the spot with a six foot square placard with the legend-'' VALUABLE ARTIFACT LOCATED HERE printed on it in dayglow orange."
When I read the above, I nearly died laughing, as I know the feeling of wanting to "kill" the errant part if it turns up smiling like that!
Eric,
I too lost a ramrod pipe I'd just made. All filed up and it just disappeared. After a long and bad-tempered search, (It didn't start out bad tempered but got that way!) I made another.
The shop is about 200 yards from the house. That spring when the snow melted, I Found the pipe, over at the house, just outside the porch. I didn't have to age it al all. It's still sitting in a tool -box waiting for a suitable build. (Or it Was at any rate!)
My shop.