In a related note:
I just finished getting my lathe back together, lubed up and ready to run. I was proud of myself having packed every part of the lathe down to the last nut and bollt safely and securely with everything well labeled. I made custom crates for the larger assemblies out of old drawers.
I’ve even unpacked and put away every chuck, collet, cutter, holder and all the stock I own.
After two days of reassembly, oiling, leveling, and relocating things, I was finally able to make some chips!
At which point I realized I was missing just a few small items.
I have now spent the past three hours searching for keys that go with my various chucks. I vaguely remember labeling some small box “chuck keys” but danged if I can find it.
A lesser man would be angry and frustrated. Ha ha! I’m almost zen like in my calm, methodical search of various boxes that are still only partially unpacked. My mantras as I search have more hard consonants than most, but Frank Costanza’s “Serenity Now!” is now my go to.