This was a saying in my wife’s family about lost objects, and we still use it.
In April I went to our cabin by myself. I unlocked the cable across the drive and hung the lock from my pants pocket. I forgot all about it until I was ready to leave. I couldn’t find it.
I looked every where I had been. In the the car, in the cabin, in the grass on all the paths I had been on. Nada! So, I used a lock from one of the sheds.
Each time I’ve visited since then I’ve taken another look.
I had resigned my self to buying another lock, but just hadn’t been to my favorite hardware store. When I did, I would have to send a new key to the guy that plows our drive.
I was mowing the grass near the road yesterday and a neighbor stopped to chat. After several minutes my wife came to investigate why she didn’t hear the trimmer. As she came near the cable post she exclaimed “Mel!” I wondered if she had fallen.
No, she had found the missing lock. It was partially buried where I had run over it after it had fallen off my pocket. Several passes over it with the car had buried even more. She was attracted to it because the hasp did not look like any natural object.
The lock was full of soil and sand. We had to soak it and swish it in water several times. By the time we were ready to leave, we could open and close the lock without a problem.
Sometimes he who hesitates finds stuff, around here someplace.
