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| A Miracle; edited. This is how I first saw that ring pop our of my jean cuff. I am still thanking the good Saint |
After FOUR months missing, after going to the theater, shopping, to several restaurants, the doctor's, to client's homes, traipsing around the house and a lot of time spent walking around in the studio, my wedding band popped out of the cuff of my jeans as I was putting them on again yesterday. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was a sparkling miracle just lying there. I cried out a joyous, tearful thank you to God and St Anthony for its safe return. I could finally stop looking for it over and over again in every place I could think of around the house. I could stop moving the furniture and pulling the cushions off for one more search around the springs. I could stop blaming others for its mysterious disappearance. I could go to sleep at night not blaming myself for being a such a careless idiot. I could stop whining to Ellis about its loss and my naked finger and leave him in peace. What a joy my find was. I belly laughed the rest of the day.
OMG! I cannot believe it! It is a miracle!!!
ReplyDeleteI couldn't talk. Tears flowed. And I found it at one fifteen in the afternoon, a time when no body was around to share my excitement. Friends were out on errands. Ellis was at a meeting. It was just me and God. I finally texted my text-loving son. I had to tell somebody. It was a miracle that I found it. It was a miracle that it hadn't fallen out in any of the places I wore those jeans.
DeleteNo ... all that emotion, and no one around to share it! What did the texter have to say?
DeleteMy son Jon is a supreme texter. He was very happy for me, since I had hassled him when the ring vanished. If you recall he and his family were visiting at the time the ring disappeared. I called him when he got home to ask if the kids had been playing Pirates of the Caribbean with nana's jewelry in her bathroom and the ring had been a hidden treasure somewhere in their game? I wanted him to ask them where they might have hidden it; he was insulted. He thought I was accusing, I was not. Kids do that stuff. (I lost the blue sapphire locket Ellis gave me for my birthday before we got engaged to such a game my son was playing with one of his pals). My texting son always has to have the last text. We have a lot of fun that way with final texts firing back and forth such as "Fine--okay--Luv U--Luv U back--This is it--You win" till one of us gives up.
DeleteWhat a wonderful end to a vexing situation!
ReplyDeletexoxo
Finding it ended the day for me. I immediately had to polish it up and just sit around looking at it and giggling. When Ellis came home, I wasn't going to tell him the news, I was just going to flash it and see if he noticed. Like a man, he did not. I had to become ridiculously flamboyant using wild hand gestures before he noticed. The look on his face must have been the same as how my face looked when I saw that gem pop out of the cuff--stunned amazement. I am a firm believer in Saint Anthony now--and he'll be thrilled he helped for I'll finally leave him alone with my prayers every night before bed.
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ReplyDeleteEllis will heave a shy of relief .. a peace settles about Middle Earth ... Gollum spits and curses... The elves cheer ... Frodo returns THE Ring ... one to rule the others ... the Dark Lord Sauron is thwarted ... I'm off back to the Shire of York - to comb my legs.
So happy for you!!
Big sigh of relief. I was talking new ring for Valentine's Day. But truth is a new ring wouldn't have done it. I would always know I had been careless. --Would you believe I have yet to see that movie, The Ring?
DeleteMakes me smile!
ReplyDeleteEven laugh a bit.
Good for you Linda!
Life can be good!
Michael
Makes me giggle. Life can be good indeed.
DeleteSt. Anthony is a champ! Always works! I am so happy for you, Linda! I had another reason for smiling all day, but I'll tell about that on my blog in a few days. ;)
ReplyDeleteI love days where smiles reign supreme. I can't wait to read.
DeleteSee, good things happen in the strangest of places sometimes...you just have to go with the flow and hope it happens....things can't just really disappear right?!!!
ReplyDeleteMatter can be neither be created or destroyed. The first law (or second) of thermodynamics.
DeleteBut it can show up elsewhere in someone else's possession.
Wonderful news! So happy for your joy and relief!
ReplyDeleteThanks Susan. The loss of it was a distraction.
DeleteI knew it!!! OMG or OMSA!!! So happy for you Linda, really am (smiles)... this was gooood news that made my -lousy- day (or what's left of it) :)
ReplyDeleteHugs and SMILES
Thanks Dina--my Greek daughter-in-love told me in Greece all women named Konstantina are called Dina. Is that true? Do you like that? If you don't,I won't. It was a miracle. I was trying to pretend I didn't care about the loss, but I did big time. I figure stuff like that could be my last source of support in this world. Who knows the way things go? Much too practical in my thinking perhaps? Then I am a Capricorn who intends to be traversing mountain tops for some time. ^-^
DeleteLucky you and I am glad you found it......
ReplyDeleteHave a great finish of the weekend...
Thanks Roger. That find may have been the highlight of the weekend--the year--a lifetime? I'm cooking huge batches of soups to freeze. With winter coming, it's a hearty soup in a bowl time. I make my own from scratch. No art going on here unless you count dicing and slicing, stirring and seasoning as art. Many do.
DeleteI think that things like this sit like a small grey cloud (not a big black one)over your life..... I know in reality it was only a piece of metal and could have been replaced and in the grand scheme of things like divorce, poor health or even death of a loved one it doesn't compare but it is of importance to you and I can well understand the feeling of loss for your ring and the feeling of unrest about it, so likewise I understand your elation and the wonderful lifting of that drab cloud sitting over you. Brilliant news!!
ReplyDeleteYou're absolutely right Judith. My small loss doesn't compare at all to the greater, more tragic losses we face in life.But the joy one feels when one finds a treasured heirloom one handled carelessly is wonderful and to be celebrated.
DeleteMy wedding ring's a trinket, yes, and recovering it, is a giggle. Getting my dad, mom, brother, in-laws, two best friends back would be a-hell-of-a-lot more thrilling--as would it be to get my breasts back healthy and cancer free. There is no recovery for those tragedies that's why we celebrate the ones we can.I think you mixed your peas with your watermelons.
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DeleteCara Linda,sono così felice per te e mi sembra anche un buon segno!
ReplyDeleteThank you Rita. I believe you were the one who told me about Saint Anthony and I took your advice to heart. I introduced myself, explained that God was way too busy to be bothered by such a small, insignificant request and would he mind helping out a careless Jewish woman just this once. I guess he listened. I felt it was a sign too.
DeleteCongratulations on finding your wedding ring, how amazing that it should appear like that.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely amazing. All I could do was giggle.
DeleteI love this story. It echoes an experience of mine. My wedding ring disappeared whilst I was wearing it. No amount of searching at work or at home even gave a hint of where it might be. I tried everything, talked to everyone and tore my workplace and home to bits in an attempt to find it. No luck and three years passed by until I came home one day and Sheila had a broad smile. She didn't explain it but eventually as the evening went on I was questioned as to whether or not I'd noticed anything. In a panic I went through all of the usual responses to such a question, commending her hair, her attire and wonderful meal she had prepared. All to little avail. Eventually she decided to put me out of my misery and directed my attention to the necklace she was wearing where there was suspended my errant wedding band. Sheila had been emptying a box full of correspondence and found it in there, obviously having been dislodged the last time I'd been rummaging around in there. The good Saint Anthony had decided to call at last.
ReplyDeleteThat's quite a story Mick. We do feel lost when we've lost something we hold dear. We feel bad about ourselves and all the times our mother's nagged at us to take care of our things come back to haunt. I hated it. And then with the find, the heaviness lifts. The world is right again. I could not do another thing Friday, but sit around and look at my hand.
DeleteSo, you know where my ring is now, two days later? Up in that little dish sitting atop my vanity where I put it every night when I get ready for bed. I didn't wear it all day yesterday, I was cooking. I seem to have slipped comfortably back to my old habit. Ellis has kindly pointed that out to me.
What an exciting find!! HOORAY! I know about never-ending searches; I still keep an eye out for an earring I lost about five years ago.
ReplyDeleteI know Hallie. I eyed every inch of baseboard in this house hoping to see it propped on it's side between the carpet and the board. Nothing. I went through all pockets and the used kleenex tissues I found inside. I went through handfulls of lozenges--I really do overload my pockets when I'm going out--thinking I just wasn't feeling it among the wrappers. And when I wasn't having a hunting fit, I would be trying to remember the exact last time I wore it and I couldn't. It was a haunting four months of punishing myself for being nonchalant with something that mattered a lot to me.
DeleteYou are so with it to cuff your jeans!
ReplyDeleteI had a friend who found a huge diamond ring in a grocery store parking lot. She was a very honest person so she took it to the nearest police precinct and turned it in. It went unclaimed for the amount of time required and then it was turned back to her. She had it appraised and it was worth a small fortune. She always wondered how such a fantastic piece of jewelry could wind up on the pavement..... I guess I just learned exactly how!
High five! I am super-happy for you! :)
Thanks Celeste. High five back. It is an amazing thing. I really thought that ring was Gone With The Wind and was contemplating buying a substitute for myself for Valentine's Day if the stock market was up. My naked finger was a constant reminded of how careless I had been. But I knew the truth. I knew no substitution would do; it would just be a highly visible, material reminder of how careless I had been. I was thrilled when that just popped up as I was slipping my leg into the leg of the jeans.
DeleteI always cuff my jeans. It's the most practical way to wear them.I like to wear them with ballet flats OR clod-hopper gym shoes. Either way you need a cuff.
Wonderful! I am so glad for you.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jean. I really did feel stupid for the loss--and should for the find. It never occurred to be to look in my cuffs all the times I ripped that closet apart.
DeleteYay! Unbelievable! This is like reading a book with chapter 7 about the loss and chapter 25 about the big find! Now if only mine would show up. Its only been a decade..
ReplyDeleteWhen I think of all the places I wore those jeans with the ring in the cuff and it stayed put till it rolled out at my house as i was about to step into them one more time,I think my find really was a miracle Dan.
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