Finding Things (or losing them)

I once read that you spend a whole year of your life looking for things. Let that sink in for a minute.

That’s the average. For some people, it’s obviously longer, and for others, it’s shorter. I’m not sure where I fall into that category, but it’d be interesting to know. It’d also be interesting to know where they got that information and if it is correct. 

Just this morning, I think I walked around my house for 5 minutes looking for my video and photos drive. I could remember seeing it, but I couldn’t actually remember where. Then, about the time I was almost ready to give up, I looked at the couch where I had been sitting, and as my dad would say, “If it’d been a snake, it would bite you.” Yup, it was right on the console by my left arm. Then I remember the last time I made note of that was yesterday when I was annoyed with myself that they were a) there and b) not with my laptop or desktop, but I was too lazy to get up and put them where they belong. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?

Fine, new scenario… Saturday was my daughter’s dance recital. My uncle and his farm hand came up to help out doing some things around here, but we told him we’d be kind of useless on Saturday because her first recital was at 3 pm. Around 1:30, I called my husband and told him that he and the oldest needed to head this direction so they could shower and get ready. He told me they were looking for the oldest’s wallet. I asked a few questions, then he said they were headed to the house (from my parents’ house). The oldest dropped him off and went back to their house to look for her wallet. I told him I’d go help her. 

When I got there, I felt like I was asking stupid questions. What does your wallet look like? When did you last have it? Are you sure you put it in Grandpa’s truck? Did you take it out at the feed store? When you got back with the feed, did you touch it? I mean, very basic, but almost silly questions, but sometimes those questions help you figure it out. We did, in fact, find the wallet. It was stuck between the console and the passenger side seat. Based on the answers, I just had a gut feeling the wallet was in the truck. Which is funny because 2-3 people had searched the truck already at least 2-3 times. And my dad would be the first to tell you, if I were looking for something, I probably wouldn’t find it. 

I laugh at the funnies when people say the woman will find something the man can’t. At my house, it tends to be the opposite. I don’t know why that is. 

I once read another story by a blogger where she discussed that when she’s looking for something, she asks God to help her find it. I’m not always sure if that works or not. Maybe God sends my husband in to find it as my answer. Something to ponder.

In the olden days, I wasn’t so good at like Easter Egg hunts either. My grandma loved to hide easter eggs for my cousin and me to find. Being the younger one (1 year, 1 month, 3 days), I figured she found things better because she was older. Truth be told, I probably just suck at finding things. I can, however, find things, sometimes, that aren’t mine. Like if someone else is looking for something (read the wallet story above), I tend to find that stuff, just not mine. Strange how that works. 

And now I have gone down the rabbit hole of trying to find that post where she was talking about praying to God to find things. Oy. Guess I should stop here before I get sucked in even deeper and my Monday is lost.