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20 years ago exactly, during my sophmore year of college I spent Christmas break with my college roommate, Zahira, at her home in Curacao.

At one point Zahira's mother was going through her jewelry box, because, she said, there were things she didn't wear anymore, and was there anything we wanted? In her box was a gold ring with the sign of Gemini on it. Looked a bit like one of those rings people used to press into wax back in the olden days. Zahira's mother and I shared the same birth date, and she asked me if I would like this ring. She'd gotten it, she said, when she was 20 years old with her own wages back in her home country of Columbia.

I demurred politely at first, but ultimately took the ring.

That summer Zahira found out that her mother had been diagnosed with Cancer right before Christmas and, since he hadn't gone to the doctor until it was extremely advanced, there was nothing to be done. She died in the summer of 1987.

I have worn that ring for 20 years. I never, ever take it off. This morning as I was driving Charlie to school I suddenly noticed the ring was missing.

I don't know how it went missing, or where. I think, since I just noticed it this morning, it must have happened recently, but I am not sure. The rub is, I did take it off yesterday, to put some hand-cream on, but I swear I put it back on. And if I didn't it should be here, somewhere on or near my desk, because that's where I removed it.

The worst bit is, I was out yesterday - went to "Chick-fil-a" with a friend, and then we went to Marshall's where I tried on a couple pairs of trousers. I like to thing, had it fallen off then, I'd have noticed, but I don't know.

I am quite upset about this. I love that ring. It is beautiful and unusual and is a memento of a very wonderful, creative woman. I have no idea where else to look.

Sigh.

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20 years ago exactly, during my sophmore year of college I spent Christmas break with my college roommate, Zahira, at her home in Curacao.

At one point Zahira's mother was going through her jewelry box, because, she said, there were things she didn't wear anymore, and was there anything we wanted? In her box was a gold ring with the sign of Gemini on it. Looked a bit like one of those rings people used to press into wax back in the olden days. Zahira's mother and I shared the same birth date, and she asked me if I would like this ring. She'd gotten it, she said, when she was 20 years old with her own wages back in her home country of Columbia.

I demurred politely at first, but ultimately took the ring.

That summer Zahira found out that her mother had been diagnosed with Cancer right before Christmas and, since he hadn't gone to the doctor until it was extremely advanced, there was nothing to be done. She died in the summer of 1987.

I have worn that ring for 20 years. I never, ever take it off. This morning as I was driving Charlie to school I suddenly noticed the ring was missing.

I don't know how it went missing, or where. I think, since I just noticed it this morning, it must have happened recently, but I am not sure. The rub is, I did take it off yesterday, to put some hand-cream on, but I swear I put it back on. And if I didn't it should be here, somewhere on or near my desk, because that's where I removed it.

The worst bit is, I was out yesterday - went to "Chick-fil-a" with a friend, and then we went to Marshall's where I tried on a couple pairs of trousers. I like to thing, had it fallen off then, I'd have noticed, but I don't know.

I am quite upset about this. I love that ring. It is beautiful and unusual and is a memento of a very wonderful, creative woman. I have no idea where else to look.

Sigh.

Sigh of relief

Found my ring. It was in the bathroom under a towel. Don't ask me why. It must have come off when I was drying my hands or something, which is super weird. I mean, I've dried my hads a million times over the last 20 years, and it never fell off before.

Anyway, thank any God who is listening that I found my ring. It was odd, too. I was in the bathroom, I picked up the towel to dry my hands and heare this metallic clink. It could have been one of the little tool thingies the Husband still hasn't put away, but I thought it sounded like it could be a ring, so I searched around and there it was. Huzzah.

And, in silly news, I wrote a fan fic for Torchwood. If you don't know the show at all, or don't like vaguely girly slash, feel free to ignore. If you DO know the show, it has slight spoilers up through the most current episode.

( Quaint Little Categories )

I've posted this on the torchwood com as well, just FYI.

Sigh of relief

Found my ring. It was in the bathroom under a towel. Don't ask me why. It must have come off when I was drying my hands or something, which is super weird. I mean, I've dried my hads a million times over the last 20 years, and it never fell off before.

Anyway, thank any God who is listening that I found my ring. It was odd, too. I was in the bathroom, I picked up the towel to dry my hands and heare this metallic clink. It could have been one of the little tool thingies the Husband still hasn't put away, but I thought it sounded like it could be a ring, so I searched around and there it was. Huzzah.

And, in silly news, I wrote a fan fic for Torchwood. If you don't know the show at all, or don't like vaguely girly slash, feel free to ignore. If you DO know the show, it has slight spoilers up through the most current episode.

( Quaint Little Categories )

I've posted this on the torchwood com as well, just FYI.

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Dear Weird spam thing that popped up as I was surfing the web:

What the heck? It's bad enough when adverts pop up and start talking to me, but when an advert starts talking to me without a pop-up, it's bloody creepy.

And like I'd really believe some disembodied spam voice telling me I won a trip to Florida. Yeah, I'll pick that up right after I pay for the Brooklyn Bridge, thanks.

And I especially don't like the fact I can't figure out where you are, so I can't close the program.

So stop it, kay?

No love,


charliesmum

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Dear Weird spam thing that popped up as I was surfing the web:

What the heck? It's bad enough when adverts pop up and start talking to me, but when an advert starts talking to me without a pop-up, it's bloody creepy.

And like I'd really believe some disembodied spam voice telling me I won a trip to Florida. Yeah, I'll pick that up right after I pay for the Brooklyn Bridge, thanks.

And I especially don't like the fact I can't figure out where you are, so I can't close the program.

So stop it, kay?

No love,


charliesmum

Greg's no longer in the Big Red Car

Aww...( Greg Wiggle is sick )

Poor Greg Page aka the Yellow Wiggle. He's such a nice guy. I don't need to tell you how much the Wiggles meant to this family. I wonder if they'll just stop, of if they'll replace Greg. I almost would rather they stopped, but I'm a purist like that.

Greg's no longer in the Big Red Car

Aww...( Greg Wiggle is sick )

Poor Greg Page aka the Yellow Wiggle. He's such a nice guy. I don't need to tell you how much the Wiggles meant to this family. I wonder if they'll just stop, of if they'll replace Greg. I almost would rather they stopped, but I'm a purist like that.