What once was lost is now found

The first power tool I ever bought was a little Black and Decker cordless screwdriver. I bought it my sophomore year of college to put together my bookshelf. My primary Christmas request that year had been for a large book case that “collapsed into a pile of boards” and my dad, with the help of a handful of screws, eight brackets and a power saw, had converted a one of the tall cases he had built for our living room in LA, six months before I was born, to do just that.

It isn’t a very powerful or impressive piece of machinery, as power tools go, but it has been my go-to item for the last six years. When my dad came to visit me in Philly a couple Memorial Day Weekends ago and found himself recruited to build shelves for my kitchen (needing extra storage space has been a prominent theme in my life) he was so taken by this efficient little screwdriver (with pivoting head) that he asked for one for father’s day.

About a year ago, I misplaced the battery charger for my screwdriver. I’ve wanted to use it on multiple occasions recently, and was always thwarted by that fact that it just didn’t have anymore power. For the last two months the screwdriver has sat on the shelf, next to the place where I throw my bag when I come home, waiting for me to take some sort of action in order to make it function again. At one point this summer, I carefully went through my apartment, simply looking for the charger. I even did some internet research to find out if it was possible to order another one. I could see it clearly in my mind, but I wasn’t able to uncover it.

Until tonight.

Standing in front of the stereo in my living room, I glanced up at a brass dish that had belonged to my grandparents, sitting on top of a stack of cds. It collects change, chapstick, nail files, pens and other life-debris. Tonight, it also held the charger. I don’t really understand how it was possible for me to sift through every box, drawer, cabinet and bin in the apartment over the summer and not see it there. Was it there the whole time? I pride myself on being observant, paying attention and noticing details, and yet this stupid charger has been sitting in plain view in my living room for months, while I have been looking for it, and I never saw it. I am working hard not to read too much significance into this turn of events.

I’m just glad it has returned.

0 thoughts on “What once was lost is now found

  1. aasmodeus

    As the Screw Turns

    Taming of the Screw…Driver

    Screw’s On!

    Charger’s In Da Hizzle

    It’s like the return of the prodigal son, you feel all warm and fuzzy for some strange reason. I hate losing things that I swear I’d just put over *there* a second ago. The director of our bridge club always loses the white-board eraser, which he had been using “just a minute ago”, and somehow it wanders off (by itself, of course) to the opposite end of the room.

  2. howard

    People can joke all they want, but for my money, there are few things more appealing than a woman who gets emotionally attached to power tools.

  3. Luna

    Ah, I should tell you the story of when I lost a…never mind you’d probably mock me from now on…but I tell ya, it was bad.

    Glad to hear you’ve found the charger. I would feel lost without my set of screw drivers (which I do feel is too basic compared to what I grew up with) and the rest of the tools…Now that you mention it, perhaps I should ask for a power drill for xmas, and a dremel tool and…

  4. aasmodeus

    howard, i wonder if they feel the same way about guys who form emotional attachments to their power tools… or computers… wait, there’s nothing rare about that, so apparently not.

    i suppose since women statistically use power tools less often (men are more often found in construction, for example), there’s less examples to be found of women cathecting them. i’m sure the same could be said in reverse in the 50’s and 60’s for women and “their” kitchens, interestingly enough, giving rise to all sorts of now-tired subtle stories/jokes/etc.


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