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?
I am laughing at myself for tearing up at this post. I feel so ridiculous sometimes when that happens. So happy you found your ring. Wow!
This one’s silly (not at all relatable to losing a ring) but a few years back when my husband was deployed, I ordered a portable clothesline. It’s the most manly thing I’ve ever done. I had to dig a hole, put rocks and cement in and like build an underground post. This was a big BIG deal. I dug in earth and sweat while doing it. Anyway, the last time my mom was here back in May she bought her bedspreads so she could wash and hang them out. After that we seemed to be on a roll with a bunch of rain, my husband aerated the yard etc. One day I washed our bedding and went out to put the pole in the ground and could not find the hole. I’ve lost it before. But this time because of him punching all those holes in the ground I could not find it. My heart was broken. A few weeks ago I was standing outside on the freshly cut lawn and decided to poke around again and I found it! I was was soooooo happy. This time I counted how many footsteps it was away from the house. So I’ve got a note to myself now that says “Clothsline hole 14 feet from right side of window.” I’ll never lose it again.
I’m so happy you have such a great friend! And very happy the story had a wonderful ending. 🙂
Yes Rosey. Thank goodness for happy endings. I
wasn’t sure how this was going to turn out.
You must have one generous and patient husband.
Wow.. what a story!!! And what a great friend.. and by the way.. happy 50th dear one!!!! (belated!)
How many of us have lost things.. I still have a ring missing and today I’m going to look for it.. or maybe I’ll look for it tomorrow.. or the next day. It’s got diamonds in it.. but not the sentimental value..
And Jeremy has lost his cell phone.. that’s a pretty important thing..
I remember once as a kid my mom lost her eye glasses. I remember getting intuition to look under the toy truck but saying to myself.. “That will be a waste of time”. And probably then the Lord said to my 3 year old brother.. check under that toy truck sitting in the hall b/c your disobedient sister won’t listen… and YEP.. he found it there. The glasses got attached to the toy truck that was under the bed and made it’s way to the hall.. and the whole family tore the house apart looking b/c my mom couldn’t see anything without them.
So.. I’m going to pray today that God sends me an angel to help me look for the ring.. and the cell phone that are both missing.. whether it’s a supernatural angel or the one you got.. a friend.. I don’t care!!! I’ll take it!!!
Thanks for sharing that story!!! 🙂 Love ya girl! mary
That made me smile about your mom Mary. A Catholic friend reminded me of St. Anthony. I said lots of prayers too. Hope you find your ring and phone. Hug to you.
Yay for good friends & happy endings!
Now we want to know: is the ring back on your right hand or did you size it down to wear on your left?
I put it back on the right ring finger Tana. My husband didn’t like the way they all looked on one finger. Didn’t really matter to me.
Thank God you found it! Seriously Jamie you shouldn’t be allowed to wear jewelry at this rate…… xoxo tiff
Tiffani I won’t mention the two teensy diamond crosses that I’ve lost. Or the diamond earring. I truly am hopeless. I just remembered the stone – diamond – fell out of my engagement ring. Gone.
Oh MY! I am so happy and relieved you found it. Now make sure to get that gorgeous thing sized. Funny comment above from who I’m assuming is your hubby! I wouldn’t have told mine until I found it. Wonder if he’d have noticed?
So good to hear from you Gina. It certainly wasn’t my intention to tell him. But it’s going to confession. I just had to get it off my chest.
You are blessed to have such a good friend. I’m wondering if I’m that good of a friend … would I have come over to help?
Anyway, how awesome you could retrack your steps and then find it. I usually can’t remember what I did last …
It is like a mystery game.
Slang for diamonds….ice.
Where do you keep ice…the freezer!
So glad you have it back where it really belongs.
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