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It is kind of embarrassing to post this , but I thought some folks might get a kick out of it and can (heaven forbid) relate. Earlier today I was getting ready to go to the first session of the new semester of our JAM Program (Junior Appalachian Musicians) at The Heritage Center in Townsend where I teach banjo to students from 4th to 8th grade. I was very busy gathering thumb picks, finger picks, capos, strings, a few simple tools, etc. and putting them in the zipper pockets of my Gator banjo case. All ready to go now but I had a little time left so I thought I would turn on the TV and watch some afternoon news. I could not find the remote control device to turn on the TV. I looked high and low and almost tore the living room apart looking for it. Couldn't find it. I thought I would search again when I returned home. So, now I am in my little teaching room getting all the picks and other stuff ready for the soon to arrive students. Lo and behold, there was my TV remote control tucked neatly into the pocket of the banjo case. I have no memory at all of putting it in there. Please don't laugh (well OK, a little bit) but like the line in the intro to the song "The M.T.A." by the Kingston Trio, "This could happen to you."
Robert
Edited by - TN Time on 09/25/2023 21:02:18
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Originally posted by TN Time~ ~ ~Lo and behold, there was my TV remote control tucked neatly into the pocket of the banjo case
Your banjo though, was that neatly tucked away under your TV back at home? 
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Originally posted by TN Time~ ~ ~Lo and behold, there was my TV remote control tucked neatly into the pocket of the banjo case
Your banjo though, was that neatly tucked away under your TV back at home?
No, but after finding the remote in my banjo case, nothing would surprise me.
Robert
Absent-minded banjo professor,,,, not to worry though.
I’ve certainly had similar adventures with tv remotes and my cell phone. I don’t know how much of that’s attributable to aging or just having acquired too many things to keep track of.
Dude...
I can be workin on a project.. n..loose tools...without even moving....
Losing items is a sign of old age!! The older I get, the more things I misplace. Oh, they're not lost, just hiding. Eventually I find where they have snuck off to and hidden. They are probably laughing at me.
Seriously, it happens to most everyone at one time or another. Trying to do too many things at once. I've found that I don't multi-task as well as I used to.
I know it HAD to be within arm's reach of where I had been standing, but it wasn't!
(Won't say which item it was, because it's happened more than once.)
That's my excuse! Thinking of to many things at once!
I bought "air tags" to put on things like remotes, keys, etc. The pack of 4 were on sale. Trouble is, I can't remember where I put them...before I could put them on anything. Brad
This is possibly why Roku has come up with new remotes that will answer you when called. You know, for all us old folks with wandering remotes.
Good luck in Townsend, I should stop by.
That's one reason , after almost 25 yrs , I stopped flying ultralights , as U are you own mechanic responsible for all things getting your butt safely in the air & back down . Some things , like the actual flying , is like riding a bike , which movements are automatic IMO , but a forgetful preflight can get U into serious trouble .
So no more planes in the hangar , just cars , tractors & one boat {:0)
One of the things that "gets" me is thinking/wondering about something; moving the three or four steps from my recliner to the computing machine and then occasionally being totally unable to recall what it was that I was going to "look up."
Edited by - Owen on 09/26/2023 07:07:08
And, when you finally locate the lost remote, it's always in the last place you look for it.
I remember when I had a memory…..
At least you found it, take the win. I bought a capo when I was 22, brought it home and placed it with my guitar...that was the last time I saw it. I have moved 4 times sine then and meticulously gone through everything I own all times while packing.
I blame the cartesian demon.
I either keep a strict routine about where I put and keep everything or else spend my day searching for keys, phone, glasses, etc.
I recently lost my wallet in a restaurant in Wyoming. Was over a hundred miles away went to get gas and reached in my back pocket and made the horrifying realization. Luckily it had been turned in and the restaurant shipped it to me without incident.
Also luckily I have a wife who will never let me forget I did this!
Edited by - Mad Hornet on 09/26/2023 08:28:34
Even though there are only one or two on here that know me personally, I will not embarrass myself by relating the memory loss issues I have experienced.
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Originally posted by Elmo_SmileyThis is possibly why Roku has come up with new remotes that will answer you when called. You know, for all us old folks with wandering remotes.
Good luck in Townsend, I should stop by.
Elmo, you are less than 20 miles away from me. Let's get together and jam sometime.
Robert
Remotes (including the ones for air conditioner) battery chargers, batteries, electronic cables with various plug-in shapes, keys, passwords—it gets overwhelming.
I forgot to put my banjo in the car once when going to a gig. That’s about as bad as it gets. 
Edited by - banjoez on 09/26/2023 10:29:27
I dunno Joe.... 'way back when I was still trying to play le 'ockey [i.e. long before I started getting "old(er)"], at an away game I emptied my equipment bag onto the dressing room floor only to realize my skates were still at home ... 80 miles away. Fortunately it wasn't a team problem, as we'd brought along a couple of "midget" aged players [now called AP's .... affiliated players, I believe] and the decision as to which regular would sit out became a whole lot easier. 
I have a fantastic memory...
It's just that it's...short.... :0/
lost a cd once couldnt find it bought a new one the cd was in the cd player thats 20 years ago
Around 2009 I travelled to Toronto to take part in the Ride for Heart, which I'd done every year since 1988. Except this time I forgot my cycling shoes. So I did the ride - or as much as I could do before coming to my senses - in my hiking shoes sliding around on "clipless" pedals. I wised up and turned back early and astounded the volunteers at the finish line (and thousands of riders still heading out) by being the first across the finish line, by a lot.
Another time I purchased tickets to four Montreal Symphony Orchestra concerts, went to the first one and then couldn't find the tickets to the other three - until after the last one. I was still in my teens at the time. Some things never change.
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