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It seems that my Micarta Jester is playing a joke on me. It has apparently grown legs and run off. This afternoon, I needed to cut open a food package, reached into my pocket...not there. Checked my other pants...not there. Checked my computer desk...not there.
I tried to retrace my steps. I haven't left the house since late morning, since it has been raining all afternoon. The last time I remember having the knife was when I was doing laundry. My washing machine is misbalanced and rattles around during the spin cycles. So, I listen for the rattling and run downstairs to sit on the washer until the spin cycle ends. This prevents it from banging against the wall and moving across the floor. As you might imagine, there isn't much to do while sitting on a washer, so I was admiring my Jester. It really is a very cool knife, great design, and incredibly light.
My house is small, and I looked all over, so I can't imagine where it is. Oh well, maybe my knife will show up when it is ready to be found. At least I know it's inside somewhere...
I tried to retrace my steps. I haven't left the house since late morning, since it has been raining all afternoon. The last time I remember having the knife was when I was doing laundry. My washing machine is misbalanced and rattles around during the spin cycles. So, I listen for the rattling and run downstairs to sit on the washer until the spin cycle ends. This prevents it from banging against the wall and moving across the floor. As you might imagine, there isn't much to do while sitting on a washer, so I was admiring my Jester. It really is a very cool knife, great design, and incredibly light.
My house is small, and I looked all over, so I can't imagine where it is. Oh well, maybe my knife will show up when it is ready to be found. At least I know it's inside somewhere...