I spent about half the day today looking for two of my diamond rings that seem to have disappeared into thin air. I spent the second half of the day frustrated about the loss and trying to imagine where my rings could have possibly gone. I wondered were they lost or were they stolen? When I last saw them they were in a place where they should have remained.
I have racked my brain and looked in, under, and behind every place I could imagine that my rings could possibly be. I am not a happy camper. Indeed, I am patently unhappy. I dislike losing things and I particularly dislike losing expensive things. And yet even as I say I have “lost” them, I have no recollection of how that could have happened.
I wondered in my wild theorizing of what could have possibly happened to my rings. Had I had by some fluke included them in a collection of costume jewelry I had donated to Dakota Boy’s Ranch? I cannot imagine making such a mistake, but as the day went on even the craziest of theories was entertained.
Based on the extensiveness of my search, I am fairly sure I will never see those rings again and that pains me. Sure, I know that relative to other things the loss of a couple of rings is minor and I am sure I will get over it sooner or later…but not tonight. Tonight I remain incredibly frustrated.
Day one thousand two hundred and seventy-one of the new forty – obla di obla da