I used to think that the only reason that I couldn’t find things that
fell on the floor was due to the fact that the shops I’d worked in
were set up without taking into consideration that one would have to
find little tiny things that fell on the floor all the time. There
were cracks, holes, dark corners, etc. Well, I finally built my shop
with a consideration to that effect. I made the cement floor as
smooth as glass and lacquered it with the perfect 50/50 gray, not too
glossy, not too flat. I caulked the moldings and trim. I calked the
seams in the bench. I arraigned furnishings so that the entire floor
could be swept without having to move large fixtures out of the way.
The room is so seamless that it makes your ears pop when you close the
door without having a window cracked a bit (this is not hyperbole, I
really did seal it air tight). Well, the upshot of all this was as
follows. . . .
Things seem to be even HARDER to find than they were in all those
leaky, sloppy shops of the past. The knees of my pants are wearing
out from doing the “jeweler’s prayer”.
Yep, there’s evil afoot here, and I’m thinking I’ll have to have that
shop exorcised before I get relief. I do have a horseshoe hanging
over the door, curving up, of course, but it apparently isn’t enough.
You can’t win this one folks, it’s an ongoing battle at best.
Chagrinned in Michigan, David L. Huffman