My Mother lost her wedding ring (years ago) while making macaroni salad at the Parish hall. Her wedding ring slipped off her finger while mixing the mayonnaise with the elbow noodles. Nobody ever mentioned biting into a diamond, though many complimented on the exquisite taste.
This morning, while moving some boxes to the back of the closet I felt naked. I looked at my ring finger and my wedding ring was gone. It was a strange feeling to be completely dressed and yet feel naked.. I rubbed the spot on my finger where my ring has been for the last twenty one years hoping I was wrong. It feels so odd losing something that has always been there. My finger feels bald.
Seconds later the carpenter and the plumber came to break down the bathroom's tiled walls, and mount the new sink and old tub. My eyes scanned the floor and surrounding area like a magnet. No ring.
As you are reading this my mind is retracing my steps, my movements… I gotta go. Wish me luck as I go lick every space in the closet…
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4 hours later: No ring. I had the plumber check the drain before they removed it. No luck.
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6 hours later: I never took my wedding ring off (well maybe a few times to show someone but otherwise it was a part of me.) and it never slipped off before.
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