hey good ppl,
I've got something to get off my chest - I am seriously, ridiculously bad at finding things. This could be due to my organizational skills, my attention span or rather the lack thereof, but really I think this problem goes much deeper than that. Let me tell how I came to realize I was in the negatives on the finding stuff scale.
Yesterday morning I was in one of the oldest neighborhoods in Louisville finishing up the landscape work that I was writing about the other day. It was pretty warm and I was rocking the sleeves and pants to ward off the masses of mosquitoes (don't get me started on those insects - that's a whole other blog...). I'm spreading the mulch, pulling the weeds, trimming the hedges, you know taking care of business. I take care of all that and go for the last phase - mowing the 4 square feet of grass that is the front yard. The mower is electric and very quiet, so quiet that when it's running I'm pretty impressed and I forget the instructions that came with it. Most notably of those instructions was that one of the pins keeping the handle attached to the mower was loose and could fall out. Yea, it fell out.
The thing is only about an inch long and is painted black. I notice it is gone and that's when all this started. I trace and re-trace my steps for a good thirty minutes. I'm not seeing anything at all. While I'm walking around I get to thinking, how many times in my life have I played this game - moving around 2 mph scanning the ground and thinking, "You know you are not going to find it, but go ahead buddy, keep trying..." I try a little more and then I had a revelation....
My moms always told me that men couldn't locate things to save their life. Perhaps that may be a broad generalization but for me, she hit the nail on the head. In a kind of daunting way I start to realize just how much time I've spent looking for things and never even finding them. I was seeing how it all began back when I was younger - looking for the action figure or awesome toy, up to the homework/papers and now finally this stupid pin thingy for the electric mower. It was nowhere to be found and all I was thinking was that when it comes to finding stuff - I am not the man with the plan.
I head back to the house to explain that I lost the pin on the neighbor's mower. Lo and behold - the damn thing was attached to the mower the whole time!!! Arrgh. I went ahead and chalked the scoreboard at: Life-1 Brent-0, and went home.