What happens to me all the time is that when I am working hard, and am really focused on this little job. I have a small scrap of sand paper, or a knife, or balsa, or something. I am using it, then I put my hand where I think it should be, to find its not there anymore. I look and look and look, but I cannot find it. Then I find it on a shelf, or on the floor or something. The thing is, that when I use it, I always put it somewhere without even noticing, so when I need it again, its gone!
By the way, I am not strange, I am gifted! At least thats what my Mommy says!
Robert.