Losing my ring, losing my mind.
You wouldn’t think 700 square feet was a lot of space to search. But a diamond ring managed to make itself pretty scarce around here last week.
Yes. I had a lost-a-piece-of-jewelry moment again. That’s why I didn’t even tell you when it disappeared. It was too embarrassing.
My husband had given me a ring with three diamonds — one for each child — for my 50th birthday, middle of last month.
I put it on my right hand. And though it was loose, I liked it there.
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I kept it on my right hand. Till Tuesday.
Tuesday I was sitting on my bed in the 700 foot apartment doing some work. I looked at my ring on my right hand and wondered what it would look like on my left hand with all my other rings.
So I plopped it on my left ring finger and kept working.
Until a few hours later when I looked at my left hand and saw NO RING.
SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!
How could I have been so stupid? That ring had happily lived on my right hand for two weeks and then I have this genius idea to move it to my left ring that was already stacked with rings.
Even though I had lots of work to do, I stopped and tore everything apart in our small apartment.
Dishwater was still standing in the sink. Dropping my hand down in the murky depths, I raked my had to and fro. Nothing other than a stray macaroni noodle. With my son’s help, I took apart the drain and didn’t find anything in the trap.
Looked under all the appliances and everything else. Slowly my frantic searching died a slow death. I just knew it had to be in here somewhere. When my mind was more relaxed, my eyes would see where that darned thing had escaped to.
Nope. It never turned up.
After a few days of nothing and a few days of my husband reminding me that it wasn’t even insured yet — a dear friend showed up on my doorstep.
She felt so sorry for my scatter-brained self that she came over determined to help me find that ring.
So we searched. I looked through all the garbage cans outside and she turned everything upside down inside.
After an hour of fruitless looking we sat down to regroup.
“Tell me everything you did that morning,” she asked.
Once again I thought it over in my mind and aloud.
“I sat down to work on my bed at 11.” I remember that clearly because I was way behind.
“Around 11:30 I got really hungry.” It was the kind of hungry that I knew it was best I get up and make a sandwich.
“I got up and made a bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich.” We had already looked in the lettuce container and the meat drawer of the fridge. I told her that I had already search the mayonnaise jar.
“Then Jake came in and asked me if I’d make him one.” I put my sandwich down and made him two sandwiches.
“Then I looked down and saw I lost my ring because I was so upset I had lost all my appetite to eat my sandwich.”
So it had to have been such a short time. My friend looked through the white bread wrapper sitting on the counter.
“I had made sandwich with whole wheat bread. I keep that in the freezer.”
Diana opened the freezer and pulled out the bread.
SCREAM.
So happy.
That’s what I get for rushing around trying to make a sandwich.
There was much rejoicing.
That’s a good friend who will spend an hour of their afternoon searching for your lost ring.
Ever lost anything and found it in an unlikely spot?
