When It Rains, It Pours
I woke up in a good mood, feeling much better than usual, got my day started with energy to spare, and was out of the house before noon. I had many errands to run.
The night before I had made a lovely bracelet of St. Petersburg chain with my first beaded toggle and loop closure; I used gilt-lined white opal seed beads and the effect was quite lovely. So I wore it Thursday, intending to show it off to the owner of the LBS in Okemos. She's always so nice and helpful and a joy to chat with.
First up: Meijer. I had bought jeans for DH, only I really dropped the ball on the sizes. They were so big that he and his twin brother joked they could each occupy one pant leg. So, back they went and I got a cash refund. Took the cash to my LBS and bought some opal glass pendants for a St. Petersburg necklace and earrings. I left in such a good mood that I felt I could conquer almost anything. So I drove across the road to the mall and Dick's Sporting Goods, where I buy my Fireline in bulk spools.
Now, Dick's has their tackle on the second floor and you have to take an escalator to get there. Normally I'm terrified of escalators. I've had panic attacks just standing in front of one which I refused to use. I've had the staff stop the escalator so I could climb it like stairs. I've even had staff select the Fireline for me so I wouldn't have to go upstairs. But not Thursday. I took the escalator alone and was very proud of myself. Like I said, I felt I could conquer almost anything.
On my way from the mall to the pet store I made a detour to Hobby Lobby to search for seed beads to match ones I had at home. The trip was a huge disappointment. On to the pet store, and that was a quick and easy errand. But by then I was mighty thirsty so I walked to Kroger for one of my organic protein drinks. Nothing. I was baffled and a bit disappointed. From there to another Meijer for grocery shopping. That was a strange trip.
After loading my groceries into the car I sat down for a chug of protein drink and a cigarette. That's when I noticed I was no longer wearing the bracelet I'd just made. I don't know how it could have come off without a good deal of manipulation; that closure fit snugly. I knew I'd run out of time to go back into the store and look for it. Dakota was at home crossing her poor doggy legs for a potty break and snack. When I pulled out of the parking lot I felt sad for leaving my bracelet behind.
Dinner was to be a nice big salad. We both love salads for dinner. Except that while slicing the tomatoes I also sliced into my thumb. It hurt like blazes and wouldn't stop bleeding. DH got me frozen things to put on it as I ran it under cold water. He also got me some bandages and finished making the salad. I actually started crying because it hurt so much. So I called Mom. Not sure why, maybe I just needed moral support. She made me promise to go to RediCare for stitches and a tetanus shot or else she was going to throw away heirloom china and crystal. Dang, I hate when she blackmails me like that. It works every time. Except I didn't go. The cut finally stopped bleeding, so I painted it with New Skin and wrapped it in a bandaid.
Then shortly before bed I was playing with the kitties when I realized I wasn't wearing the ring DH had given me. Oh. My. God. You can't imagine the shock and dismay I felt upon realizing I had lost that ring. He had given it to me several years ago for Valentine's day. It was beautifully sculpted sterling silver with a large faceted dark amethyst on it, made by a Native American in New Mexico. It had always been a bit loose so it must have simply fallen off. I was positively despondent. That made two pieces of jewelry I'd lost off the same hand in the space of six hours.
So Friday I emptied all the trash bins onto a tarp in the garage, one at a time, and start pawing through our household trash looking for my ring. I also checked the garbage disposal, used a flashlight under the refrigerator and all the furniture, and walked the yard. I even spoke to a few neighbors whose land I had been near or on and had them keep an eye open for it.
Yesterday DH spent all day using a metal detector in the back yard. (I had been pulling weeds and moving sprinklers Thursday evening.) It helped me realize just how much the situation meant to him. Not only did he want to retrieve something with great sentimental value, but he also wanted to show me how devoted he is to me.
Then last night I actually got upset at scenes of pets in peril during the Disney movie "Homeward Bound: An Incredible Journey." And I cried like a baby when they were all reunited at the end. My comment to DH: "I must be PMSing." It's true. I started this morning and I've got a feeling it's gonna be a whopper this time. There's no way so many bad things could happen to me while PMSing and then I'd just sail through my period. No Way. Oh, I am so not looking forward to this.