Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Then in my 30s, when I had a "career," I bought another pair of pearls. They were a bit larger, brought a soft glow which I find about the most jewel-y jewelry I can wear day to day.
That pair met an untimely end last winter. We were at the start of one of the many blizzards to accost our area. I had a 4:00 hair appointment, and planned to zip straight home after. As Alaina dried my hair I felt my earring loosen, and quickly I tightened it back to my earlobe. I advised her to cancel her remaining appointments and get home and off I went.
Not two blocks away I needed to stop to clear the ice off my windshield wipers. I popped out of the car, cracked the ice, then continued my trip home. At the gas station I began pumping gas, then realized my earring was gone. But where did it fall off? The salon? The side of the road? The gas station?
Long story short, I never found it. But I was determined to have a pair, so I trekked to a mall in South Bend. I selected the jewelry store formerly owned by people from my former suburb (if you are from the Chicago area, you might remember "jewelry created for now, and forever"!). I presented the remaining stud and requested a match. They sent it off into the great unknown.
Weeks passed. I called for an update. No news. Then I was notified that the matching earring was in. Upon returning to the store, the manager formally opened a jewelry box with the old and the new earring -- glaringly unmatched! I asked her "does anyone look at these when they come in, because I know nothing about it and I can see that that is NOT a pair." Honestly!
More weeks passed. Finally they did, indeed, match the earring. I paid a small fortune for the privilege of once again having two glowing orbs on my lobes.
By now you are wondering why I am posting this on my Busy Solitude Farm blog, right? Here is the rest of the story.
And suddenly I felt a little peck at my ear. And when I reached up, my earring was gone. It was nowhere to be seen in my clothes or on the bedding. I think it is inside Spot. And so I ask you...
Any chance it will pass?
Addendum, Thursday morning. When I checked in the barn in the cage, nothing. No, I mean literally nothing. Spot got out! So I am now resigned to the fact that if fate wants me to have that earring back, it will present it to me. I'm not fighting this any more!