March 9, 2020 at 5:22 p.m.
Her wedding ring has gone missing
As I See It
By Diana Dolecki-
I have managed to lose my wedding ring. After almost 41 years of residing on my finger, it escaped and has set off to explore the town.
I retraced my steps as soon as I realized it was gone. I went into every business that I had been in that morning. Nobody had seen the gold band. My thumb rubs the base of my finger as if that will somehow make the ring magically appear.
To further complicate my search, before I realized it was missing I planted the paperwhite narcissus bulbs that had been forced into bloom inside the house.
The flowers were finished with their display. I planted them in the flowerbed in hopes that they will bloom again next year. Sometimes they do and sometimes they don’t.
My plan is to dig them back up and make sure I haven’t planted the ring. I have searched through the soil near the surface to no avail.
I had cleaned up one of the flowerbeds under the maple tree after planting the bulbs. That bed is thick with fallen leaves, the remains of old plants, shards of broken clay pots, plus all kinds of flora pushing up through the spongy mass with the determination to bloom before the trees leaf out. If the ring is lost in that, I may never see it again. Or a miracle could occur and it could have slipped over one of the daffodils. And continuing the miracle the daffodil could lift the bit of jewelry up high enough for it to be returned to its rightful place on my hand. This is highly unlikely but miracles do occur.
People have been wearing wedding rings for a very long time. I have found articles saying that wedding rings were first worn in Egypt 6,000 years ago. These early rings were made of reeds or other easily woven plants. Other articles say wedding rings weren’t common until much later, say a few hundred years or so. I have found that the origins of customs is usually shrouded in mystery and nobody is absolutely positive when and why people begin doing one thing or another.
When I first wore the ring it had an etched design circling its middle. The years have worn that away. It has become as smooth as can be. I like to think that as the ring became smoother so too did the rough edges of my soul. I am probably wrong about that.
My thumb is still rubbing the spot where the ring used to be.
This is not the first ring I have lost. After Mom died, I found some jewelry in her cedar chest. The local jeweler said most of the items were costume jewelry but one was real. I had the real ring on when we went to the Minnetrista farmer’s market a couple of years ago. After we left there I noticed the ring was gone. We stopped back a week or so later but nobody had turned it in.
Every time we go back I scan the ground in hopes that it will turn up. So far it hasn’t.
My wedding ring is a simple band of gold. It has no end and no beginning.
At the moment, I have no idea where it is. It may or may not turn up eventually. I will continue the search.
Until it turns up my thumb will continue to rub the empty space where it should be.
I retraced my steps as soon as I realized it was gone. I went into every business that I had been in that morning. Nobody had seen the gold band. My thumb rubs the base of my finger as if that will somehow make the ring magically appear.
To further complicate my search, before I realized it was missing I planted the paperwhite narcissus bulbs that had been forced into bloom inside the house.
The flowers were finished with their display. I planted them in the flowerbed in hopes that they will bloom again next year. Sometimes they do and sometimes they don’t.
My plan is to dig them back up and make sure I haven’t planted the ring. I have searched through the soil near the surface to no avail.
I had cleaned up one of the flowerbeds under the maple tree after planting the bulbs. That bed is thick with fallen leaves, the remains of old plants, shards of broken clay pots, plus all kinds of flora pushing up through the spongy mass with the determination to bloom before the trees leaf out. If the ring is lost in that, I may never see it again. Or a miracle could occur and it could have slipped over one of the daffodils. And continuing the miracle the daffodil could lift the bit of jewelry up high enough for it to be returned to its rightful place on my hand. This is highly unlikely but miracles do occur.
People have been wearing wedding rings for a very long time. I have found articles saying that wedding rings were first worn in Egypt 6,000 years ago. These early rings were made of reeds or other easily woven plants. Other articles say wedding rings weren’t common until much later, say a few hundred years or so. I have found that the origins of customs is usually shrouded in mystery and nobody is absolutely positive when and why people begin doing one thing or another.
When I first wore the ring it had an etched design circling its middle. The years have worn that away. It has become as smooth as can be. I like to think that as the ring became smoother so too did the rough edges of my soul. I am probably wrong about that.
My thumb is still rubbing the spot where the ring used to be.
This is not the first ring I have lost. After Mom died, I found some jewelry in her cedar chest. The local jeweler said most of the items were costume jewelry but one was real. I had the real ring on when we went to the Minnetrista farmer’s market a couple of years ago. After we left there I noticed the ring was gone. We stopped back a week or so later but nobody had turned it in.
Every time we go back I scan the ground in hopes that it will turn up. So far it hasn’t.
My wedding ring is a simple band of gold. It has no end and no beginning.
At the moment, I have no idea where it is. It may or may not turn up eventually. I will continue the search.
Until it turns up my thumb will continue to rub the empty space where it should be.
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