I pretty much spend half my life losing shit and the other half looking for it.
Everything has its place. If you always return things to their places, you never spend a second looking for anything, because you know exactly where it is. This is true for me -- I always put things back in their places.
But my wife ... I've wasted hours looking for things she borrowed and failed to put back in their places. It drives me nuts.
I have a mental picture of your home, and I see a hoarder.
That might very well could be said I suppose, but I’ve had many varied artistic and other interests over the years so I’ve collected a lot more tools and materials than I have room for. I said what I said more in jest, but at times it does feel that way. Especially with tools that crossover into other fields. Being alone now and crippled up with severe rheumatoid arthritis in this last year I admit things have gotten away from me.
I'm sorry to hear that; if I were your neighbor I'd help you.
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