I have simply come to expect that there is always going to be an item missing in my life. Right now it's an Winchester M94 upper tang screw. It keeps me wandering, searching and awaiting that something to turn up again.
Yesterday someone returned an Russian engraved axe head and a Nepali kukri that I had gifted them a quarter century back. The big surprise was being also gifted a Russell Original Belt knife.
Like the Biblical widow I keep looking for my proverbial "lost mite."
