scavenger hunt

I seem to spend a lot of time tracking down things DW has "lost".

Prime suspect #1 is DW's eyeglasses. DW panics that she's lost her glasses and says she's desperate and can't see without them. She only needs them for distance, not close vision, so she takes them off a lot. I got her an "eyeglass chain", but DW decided she liked it more as a necklace and doesn't use it for her glasses. The glasses are nearly always out in the open on some horizontal surface, but they can blend into the background on some of them. One time she put them in a locked drawer in her closet. Another time she put them in an eyeglass case, which she nearly never used before, and put the case in a dresser drawer. I'm getting pretty good at tracking them down, but it's very disruptive to do so.

Wallet. DW's wallet finds its way into drawers and jacket and pants pockets. The wallet is relatively nondescript, so it can hide easily. Usually we end up hunting for it in a panic at the last minute when we're going out and she needs to bring ID. (NB: Because DW has trouble associating objects and their names, she has to ask what her wallet looks like, and when she searches she doesn't know what she's looking for.)

Checkbook. Same story as the wallet, but fortunately she doesn't need it often.

Rings. It would be nice if DW took off her wedding and engagement rings and left them in the same spot, but she doesn't. They usually surface on their own, and I like to say they've fallen out of the 4th dimension.

Keys. DW has a specific housekey that has a plastic ID tag for entering the YMCA. That key disappears and reappears, depending on whether DW remembered to take it out of her pocket and put it in "the usual place." In a pinch she can take a different key.

Pots, pans, dishes. I do the cooking. DW washes and dries the kitchen utensils and dishes. (The dishes go into the dishwasher if she remembers.) If I'm nearby, she'll ask me where to put an item. If not, she will put it in an often unexpected place. It's not terrible. It's usually the wrong shelf or the wrong drawer, but still in the kitchen.

Just about any specific printed document. DW's desk is a cluttered jumble of overlapping papers, and they've started to overflow into the bedroom. We argue a lot about facts that I can corroborate with one of those pieces of paper, but it's a challenge to find it. I know, I know, it's pointless to try to argue with someone whose reality is different from mine and can't be persuaded.