Getting daff in my old age

[farlymac]

Some of you have seen the photos I took of my "new" rangefinder gear (S2, lenses, hoods and cases). You might remember the one with just the extra stuff I had with no match yet. The one hood just happened to match up to the 1.4/50, so it's in the bag now, but that left me with another hood and case, plus a couple other items to deal with.

I thought I lost them. Looked all over in the most obvious places, and figured that they must have been sitting on a pile of stuff I knocked over into the trash can, and I failed to fish them out. I really wanted to find them because there was a screw-on lens cap in there that might fit the 3.5/135 hood which came without, and the only one I could find was $36. Two days I looked around here, with no luck.

Well today I found them. Geez, who'd a thunk I'd stash them in the rangefinder file drawer.:bang:

Problem is, that cap still doesn't fit the 135 hood. But I found out a 40.5mm snap-cap will, so I'm not out another $36. Maybe I can trade with someone down the line if I never find a match for it.

PF

 

[Pioneer]

I once spent a full week looking for the lens hood to my Zeiss 85/4 Tele-Tessar. Finally, after looking everywhere that I could think of I finally decided I could do without the hood and grabbed the lens to put it on the camera. The missing hood fell onto the floor when I grabbed the lens.

I had reversed the hood and set it on the lens the last time I used it.

 

[back alley]

at work, we use electronic key cards to get us into most rooms/areas that we are allowed into.
yesterday i stood at the elevator flashing my card with no response...standing at the elevator that has a button you push to make the magic happen.

 

[peterm1]

"Well today I found them. Geez, who'd a thunk I'd stash them in the rangefinder file drawer.:bang:"

I do this constantly. In fact its usual for me to search such obvious places closely and not find the missing items - only to find them in the place I had previously searched much later.

Not sure it has much to do with being older. I recall that in my 30's I would do things like wandering around the house fruitlessly looking for, say, my socks that I had taken from the wardrobe that morning to put on after I showered. Only to find later that I had stuffed them into the pocket of my dressing gown - the one I was presently wearing. My then wife called this "boy's looks". Happens a lot. The damnable thing is that the offending object usually IS in the most obvious place but somehow inexplicably temporarily invisible.

 

[lynnb]

I blame Dobby (the house elf from Harry Potter). He's everywhere.

Also, somewhere, there's a whole planet of lost parts.. socks, lens hoods, flash sync terminal caps, glasses.. It must be true - I read it in the Hitchhiker's Guide.

My wife just smiles and says it's male pattern blindness.

 

[michaelwj]

You have a "rangefinder file drawer"!

I just have a bit and pieces stuffed into the bookshelves. I feel like I've stumbled upon some sort of secret!

 

[Beemermark]

When it comes to tools, my brother and I agree it simply easier and less frustrating to go buy a new one when working on a project rather than spend days hunting for it. The amazing thing is as soon as you buy the new tool, use it, when you go to put it away you always find two more in the drawer.

Of ocurse they weren't there when I was looking.

 

[Nokton48]

I lost a Nex 3 body with 16mm F2.8 Minolta MC Fisheye. Searched for it for over a year.
So I finally broke down and bought another Fisheye, and of course, the original turned up.
So now I have two Minolta 16mm MC Fisheyes. Not a bad thing I guess 🙄

16 Rokkor by Nokton48, on Flickr

 

[back alley]

we should start a club...

 

[Pioneer]

My father, was terrible at losing things. Of course my brothers and I would assist him in this from time to time so he would often blame us and send us on the hunt for the missing tool. He finally got so fed up one day he painted every hand tool he owned bright orange.

He was very proud until the day that every single painted tool turned up missing. He was furious. Finally, it got so unbearable around the farm that my brothers and I got our spare cash together and went out and bought him a brand new set of tools, tool box and all.

Summer and winter went by as they tend to do and finally it was time for spring plowing. In the course of plowing the field behind the windbreak my brother suddenly stopped working. He ran and gathered up Dad, Joel and myself and told us we all had to come and see what he had found. So we all followed him out to the field and walked behind the plow. Lo and behold, there was a short trail of bright orange tools lying in the freshly plowed furrows. The missing tools had been found.

My Dad stood there for a few minutes and then sheepishly said, "I did that. I was working on the tractor out here and when I finished I drove the tractor back to the quonset shed. I must have left lying here and forgot all about them."

Of course, as loving sons, we ensured that he never forgot that little episode for the rest of his life, God Bless him.

 

[farlymac]

A good friend of mine from my former employment, who's last name was Keller, was always misplacing tools. My workbench was right outside the room he worked in, and one day I heard the awfullest amount of cussing I'd experienced since I had left the Navy.

I went in to see what the problem was, and he was mad because he couldn't find a certain tool. I looked at the space in front of him on his workbench, picked the tool up, and said "This one?".

From that day forward, anyone in the shop who experienced the same sort of loss was determined to be suffering from "Keller Syndrome".

PF