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Wandering Jewelry.....
Mar. 9th, 2009 07:49 amI suppose I should be used to this. When getting undressed last night, I pulled my scrub and the tee beneath it off together and felt the chain on my neck slide off with them. There are a pair of charms on that chain, a hamsa (hand of God) along with a piece in Hebrew from the Song of Songs that reads "I am my beloved's & my beloved is mine." There are a lot of sharp edges on the latter piece & often I feel it as it crosses my skin, particularly when it comes off as it did as I undressed last night. Only last night as I searched thru the shirts for the chain, it just wasn't there. Not to be found. I felt it come off with my clothing. No cotton shirt feels like that charm dragging over chest.
After 5 minutes of searching, I gave up. My bladder actually made that decision for me.
My chain with both charm lay on the counter next to the sink. WTF!?!
I have a ring, currently in the safe (at least that's where I put it some months back) that has disappeared more than once, only to reappear later.
In the summer of 1962, I was digging in beach sand at the water's edge with my kid sister. I was 7 at the time. In the sand I found a glint of a gold band. It was the back of a men's gold ring, sporting a star sapphire & a few diamond chips. I gave it to my father, who wore it from that day forward. It came back to me upon his death 13 years ago.
When I came home to California after Pop's funeral, I had the ring resized & wore it for a couple of months. Then it disappeared. I awoke one morning, reached for it on my nightstand, only to find it gone, nowhere to be found. I was heartbroken. There had been two pieces on the nightstand, that ring & a gold men's bracelet that had also been my father's. He had put that bracelet on my wrist 2 days before he died. It had been my habit to take them off when I went to bed. Ever since, the bracelet never leaves my body. I always have a chain on my neck so I have a place to put the bracelet & my wedding ring, when I go into the OR.
Eleven months after my father died, our family returned to the cemetary to unveil his headstone. I flew cross country to NJ the day before to stay with my mom. The morning of the unveiling, I arose & showered. Coming back into the bedroom still wrapped in a towel, I took out my clothing and tossed that towel onto the bed. Once dressed, I grabbed the damp towel, intending to hang it back in the bathroom for it to dry.
In the middle of the bed, was the ring. It had disappeared in California 9 months earlier only to resurface in New Jersey the day of the unveiling. I cannot explain it. I just know it happened.
After 5 minutes of searching, I gave up. My bladder actually made that decision for me.
My chain with both charm lay on the counter next to the sink. WTF!?!
I have a ring, currently in the safe (at least that's where I put it some months back) that has disappeared more than once, only to reappear later.
In the summer of 1962, I was digging in beach sand at the water's edge with my kid sister. I was 7 at the time. In the sand I found a glint of a gold band. It was the back of a men's gold ring, sporting a star sapphire & a few diamond chips. I gave it to my father, who wore it from that day forward. It came back to me upon his death 13 years ago.
When I came home to California after Pop's funeral, I had the ring resized & wore it for a couple of months. Then it disappeared. I awoke one morning, reached for it on my nightstand, only to find it gone, nowhere to be found. I was heartbroken. There had been two pieces on the nightstand, that ring & a gold men's bracelet that had also been my father's. He had put that bracelet on my wrist 2 days before he died. It had been my habit to take them off when I went to bed. Ever since, the bracelet never leaves my body. I always have a chain on my neck so I have a place to put the bracelet & my wedding ring, when I go into the OR.
Eleven months after my father died, our family returned to the cemetary to unveil his headstone. I flew cross country to NJ the day before to stay with my mom. The morning of the unveiling, I arose & showered. Coming back into the bedroom still wrapped in a towel, I took out my clothing and tossed that towel onto the bed. Once dressed, I grabbed the damp towel, intending to hang it back in the bathroom for it to dry.
In the middle of the bed, was the ring. It had disappeared in California 9 months earlier only to resurface in New Jersey the day of the unveiling. I cannot explain it. I just know it happened.
