It wasn't really a thimble that got lost--my family is very good at finding thimbles (also dropped needles). But today, we lost the inventory list for our move. Every time we move, we start a notebook that holds all the information for the move--but the most important thing in the notebook is the list of boxes with numbers and a description of what's in each box. Yes, we label the boxes too, but when you have a hundred or more boxes stacked in your garage, you had better have a system. So the list disappears and DH starts the interrogation process--who had the notebook last? He hadn't touched the notebook all day--it couldn't have been him. Obviously, one of us had done it. It was unintentional of course--we had just been careless. So we all had to check our boxes, opening them and unpacking down to the very bottom, then repacking and resealing, starting with the last numbered box. We looked for over an hour until I made everyone stop for supper. Afterwards, DS (I love him SOOO much!) painstakingly went backwards through what we had done, reconstructed the whole afternoon, and asked his dad if he had gathered stuff to label the boxes HE had packed. Well, yes, but the only thing he had picked up was some plastic notebook inserts which he stuck in a notebook. Dear, dear DS went to Dad's box, opened it, and pulled the notebook--OUT OF ANOTHER NOTEBOOK! I'll tell you something. I'd rather be quilting. BTW, we are tethering the notebook to a stationary object tomorrow.