Cassi Creek: Yesterday
didn’t quite go as planned.
After
prepping the duck and getting the grill ready, I suddenly realized that my
wedding ring was missing from my hand.
Instant anxiety!
The charcoal
was already burning. The wood stove had
been cleaned, all the ashes removed to a galvanized bucket that lives
outdoors. The trash, including all the
dinner prep trash and garbage, had been bagged and dragged out to the trash
cart.
We spent 30
minutes or so looking at possible locations it might have found after dropping
from my finger. I went through all the
gloves I had worn to clean the stove, bring in wood, and take out trash, to no
avail.
The next step
was to go through all the garbage in the trash cart. We donned latex gloves and pulled every trash
bag out for dissection and discovery. No
ring appeared, magically or otherwise.
After picking up the garbage in the snow – yes, we really did do that on
Thanksgiving – we were at a loss. I ran
the garbage a 3rd time, hoping for some sort of magical outcome but
knowing one would not appear.
Dinner was
served, along with a surprise phone call from my older son, Joshua. Unable to ignore the missing ring, I went out
with a flashlight to attempt finding it by reflection. Again, nothing. By this time, I’m thinking metal detector and
Gloria is pricing new wedding rings.
About 2100 I
took Loki outside. I put on a pair of gloves
I’d worn and searched several times yesterday.
I decided I would set the alarm for 0 dark thirty this morning and dump
all the garbage and trash onto a tarp in a last desperate attempt to find my
ring. On the way, back inside I felt
something hard brush a fingertip I held that position until returning inside,
let Loki off lead, and started exploring the seams and folds of my fold-back fingerless
mittens, in a finger pocket between two seams was my ring.
Turned out to
be a great end to the day. I don’t know
if the dump was closed or not.
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