The good news is that I found the equipment. The bad news is that it was (not really) hidden in a box of rings and lids that I had not only looked through to get lids, but looked through a LOT. Apparently I was only looking for lids, not other equipment.
Apparently, this is my brain:
This is my brain on motherhood: 
Sheesh. It was all there, hiding like some diabolical I Spy Book layout or a twisted Where’s Waldo. Sooo, today should have been the day for canning, but it was moving day for my folks. The truck came and unloaded and so I was in and out of the two houses all day, helping out, watching kids, directing traffic, running errands plus doing all the usual mom stuff for my own family. Tomorrow I have to can the tomatoes because today I picked another 5 pounds of the things and I don’t want to lose any. So, on Tuesday, early to the stove it is since it is not a running day.
Apparently, it is a really good thing that this is a hobby thing for me and that my family is not actually depending on my ability to reliably preserve vegetables.
PS, in case you’re too young to understand my brain-egg analogy, here is where it came from.
My Red Door Days 