Thanks for sharing the horror of my airport experience. I’ve decided that part of the reason I didn’t crack until the very end of the night was because of all the crap luck we’ve had over the last month. Each week has brought a new shit surprise: Sweet Cheek’s lost wallet, my lost engagement ring*, a broken sump pump, and then the flight to nowhere. When the sump pump broke, I had already reached a place of zen based on the philosophy that as long as no one is dying, losing a limb, dealing with identity theft or imprisonment, things are swell. Sure, there are some cracks in my armor of zen, but what’s the alternative? Crumple up and cry at each loss or inconvenience?
No thanks. I save those tears for important moments, such as Pitter slamming the toilet lid down on my back for the sixth time, or when I realize that carrying him, a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal down the stairs requires more physical grace than I can manage. Priorities, people.
Also, I overheard many conversations at the airport by people on my flight who were missing major connecting flights–as in, I’m sorry dear wife, but I will not reach New Delhi two days from now as planned, but perhaps in three. Who was I to complain?
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*engagment ring: Unhappily, the news on this is that it’s still lost. Happily, I got word yesterday that my insurance company is sending me a check for the full coverage amount I chose for the ring, which may not go quite as far since the price of diamonds and platinum is up since Sweet Cheeks bought it. Again, not really complaining, though.
I’m strangely emotionless about choosing a replacement. Now that the original, sentimental version is probably gone forever, buying a replacement feels like picking out a thing instead of something with meaning. And so I wonder, although I truly love the cut and setting of my previous ring, and could probably find a very close replacement, should I do so, or should I get something a little different? Finding a close-to-exact replacement almost seems like a trick, like a fake, or a pretense that I’m still wearing the one that was given with so much love. So instead, maybe a three-stone ring, with emeralds or rubies, or even a total move away from the classic “engagement ring” look completely.
What would you do?
6 Comments
March 13, 2008 at 8:46 am
If it were me, I wouldn’t try to find a “near match” for my lost ring. Because I’d always look at it and say to myself, “But that isn’t the one, really, it’s an imposter.” So I’d pick something completely different. Maybe a gemstone, like you said.
March 13, 2008 at 2:14 pm
This is a toughie. I got a duplicate of my original ring but later wished I’d done something different. It didn’t feel the same. I can’t really articulate why. Good thing I’m leaving a comment.
March 13, 2008 at 4:37 pm
Why don’t you let him pick your replacement? Or buy it together? Or wait until there is something really special happens to get your replacement so that it has meaning to you? Just thinking…
March 13, 2008 at 7:03 pm
I’m with lkrier. I’d say do something special with SweetCheeks, like a mini vacation or special date night and he could give you a ring he picked out then.
March 13, 2008 at 7:22 pm
My husband lost his wedding ring on our honeymoon. It really isn’t that bad. You’ll come to look at the ring and laugh about what happened. That is what happened for us. And I also took a solemn vow – probably even more solemn than my wedding vows – to never bring up the losing of the ring in an argument. It’s been almost a year, and I am happy to say I have held up this bargin.
March 14, 2008 at 8:37 am
i love plain wedding bands on women. for me it symbolizes a strong partnership. what about replacing it with a similiar version of sweet cheeks’? (can you tell i identify with cambridge women?)