Last week, I wrote a post about how we replaced our over the stove microwave oven. I mentioned that it took about four hours to get it attached to the wall. One thing I did not include was why it took so long.
According to the directions, I needed to use a 5/8″ drill bit to drill two holes in the cabinet over the stove to hold the bracket that holds the oven. I found the drill bit on my extremely cluttered work bench and put it in my tool box along with all the other tools I needed.
By the time I needed the drill bit, it was no longer in the tool box. I looked and looked and looked. Not there. So I went back to the basement and looked on the workbench. I have a habit of finishing a job around the house, and then piling all the tools I used back onto the work bench. Yeah, I’m done with that, now I can have lunch! So, there’s a large mound of stuff on the table. Various layers of items that indicate which project I was working on by what layer you’re looking at. I assumed I had just forgotten to take the drill bit with me so I tore everything apart looking for it. Methodically removing items, looking for that drill bit. Cursing my lack of organization, and vowing that from this day forward I would put things away. Wondering how it got to this point where I was wasting my Saturday looking for a drill bit on a work bench, when I should be having fun with the family since the oven really should be up and running by now. Eventually it was turned into a pointless quest. Just looking for it on principal, trying to prove that ‘yes, I did indeed forget to put it in the tool box, and no, I am not going crazy, I did in fact own a 5/8″ drill bit. After an hour or so I got to the bottom of the pile and saw the bare surface of the work table for the first time in months. Yet, the drill bit was still not found.
I reluctantly used a substitute drill bit, trying to find one that was as close as possible to what I needed, and finally was able to get the oven attached to the wall. Yet the mystery of the missing drill bit persisted. Where did it go ? Am I losing my mind, and either never did put it in the tool box, or I did put it in the box but maybe took it out and lost it somewhere on the counter top, or maybe I never even had it at all in the first place ? I looked for it off and on over the next few days, just to try to solve the mystery. But I didn’t really think I’d ever find it. If I really needed it again, I would just have to get a new one.
A week later, I was vacuuming and looked under the living room sofa. There was a drill bit under there. I crawled under the sofa and grabbed it. It was then that Mr. C started to giggle.
‘That was funny, right Dada?! I hid it under there when you weren’t looking!’
So I may be going crazy, but it’s not due to losing my memory.
Here it is – a re-enactment of course.