I don't look for things. I think for them. 


Reminds me of a story in a book by Paul Watzlawick (The Pursuit of Unhappiness) where a drunken person searches his carkeys at a street lamp at night.I think there is a parallel to when one loses something around the house. When you just can't find something and you've looked "everywhere". One finds those things, more often than not, when one looks in a place one knew it could not be.
Reminds me of a story in a book by Paul Watzlawick (The Pursuit of Unhappiness) where a drunken person searches his carkeys at a street lamp at night.
One finds those things, more often than not, when one looks in a place one knew it could not be.
If there's cheese on the coffee table, the tv remote will be in the fridge.Since that book came out in 1983 it may well be the source for that story, which is funny, but different.
Ever heard of someone finding their car keys in the refrigerator? 🙂

I quite often find them in the first place. But not until I've looked everywhere else and gone back to the beginning in desperation.I usually find things in the last place I look.
I quite often find them in the first place. But not until I've looked everywhere else and gone back to the beginning in desperation.
We no longer discussing the topic?
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Or if anyone gave free lessons...It would be a rare occasion on this forum if threads stayed on topic...
Greg S.
Or answering an enthusiastic players problem...No, some of the forum members are giving lessons for free!
