I just lost my wedding ring—but I found it. The story: I walked the 1.5 blocks to the grocery store to pick up broccoli and chicken to make the Chinese-themed GOPM again. (It was a big hit.) I returned home, sat in my chair, and went to twiddle my wedding ring as I do—but it was gone.
Panic. I checked bathroom, kitchen, the empty grocery bag, the fridge, my chair. No sign. I knew I had it when I left.
Naught to do but to walk to the store, keeping an eye out on the way, and hope that perhaps someone had turned it in. As I walked, keeping an eye out for a sparkle of gold, I was dismayed at the abundance of hard, flat surfaces: a metal ring would hit, bounce, and roll…
All the way to the store: nothing. And no one had turned anything in. They did take my name and number, and I traced my steps through the store. I checked the chicken section of the meat cooler, thinking perhaps my hands had contracted with the cold, etc. (I did have the ring resized as I was losing weight, but I kept losing, and it was loose, so for a long time it resided in a drawer. I just started wearing it again after the move.)
So turned to trudge home, and then, halfway up the parking lot, I spotted it lying there! I was, to say the least, delighted and relieved. I returned to the store, gripping it tightly, told them I had found it, and then walked home and put it again in the drawer.
I mostly wear it to keep nubile young women from clustering around me all the time—and it’s surprisingly effective—but for now I’ll try staying mostly indoors with the door locked. And the ring safely in a drawer.
It was a special gift to my wife’s father when he was a young man. Very precious. And now safe again.