Rescued this from my ex's house (with help from Willow, since I'm not "allowed" to go inside).... It was my mom's when she was a kid, and she gave it to me when I was a kid in Senegal, and...here it still is, a lot worse for wear, but here.
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Took Bean for a haircut... Let's ignore the screaming angry father on my phone who said "okay" when I asked if I could take her... Let's ignore the panic that always comes over me whenever he's angry.... Let's ignore the caught breath, the shaking hands, the sympathetic looks from hairstylists who could hear.... She looked through a book, found the style she loved, and she's happy with the way it turned out.
Lord help me to let her father's insanity roll off me like water off the feathers of a duck, and to be completely present when I'm with my kids.
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Old photo. We'll blame it on throwback Thursday. Anyway, this was basically my face all day today. I'm so overwhelmed by all the little undone things, I feel like I might shut down. Legal stuff makes my anxiety sky rocket. So does ex stuff. So does money stuff. Sooooooo. Yeah. I'm sure everything isn't as bad as I feel like it is, but I feel like everything is out of my control, and I don't like that one bit.
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Monday, March 23, 2015
Sunday, March 22, 2015
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Friday, March 20, 2015
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Monday, March 16, 2015
Sunday, March 15, 2015
It's funny. I was all sad yesterday about not having my kids, when suddenly things changed, and I got to have them overnight and all day today!
They won't be with me tonight, because I have to work, but then they'll be with me all day tomorrow and Tuesday. Hooray for not being lonely!
Saturday, March 14, 2015
Friday, March 13, 2015
Yesterday evening, the owner of the ring came by to claim it. He was as shy as he'd sounded over the phone, but agreed to let me take photos of his hand taking the ring from mine. He talked about having lived on this same street, back in '75, and told me how grateful he was for the efforts that were made to get his ring back to him.
He handed me an envelope, and I said, "Nope, no way."
He laughed and said, "Don't worry, it's not money...just something you can use." I accepted it, and the card was so sweet, and he'd included a gift card for Applebee's.
Happy ending, and what a fun thing to have experienced!
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Monday, March 9, 2015
I was wandering the woods behind my house, near the Indian Mounds yesterday, like I often do, looking for "treasure" with which to use in my art. Usually, the treasures I find are bones or bits of broken glass or rusted things...but yesterday, following a creek bed, I glimpsed something shining in the mud. I picked up what appeared to be a heavy gold ring, and stuffed it into my satchel with the rest of my finds.
Upon returning home, I washed the ring, and saw that it was a 1972 class ring from Florida High! Inside the band was the maker's stamp, and "10k"... I couldn't see any initials at first, because they were slightly tarnished and very light.
I took photos of the ring at all angles, and put them on Facebook - my own page, Tallahaasee Online Yardsale, and some Florida High alumni groups. Several people asked about initials, so I looked more closely at the inner band, and made out what appeared to be the letter M (or W, depending on which way I looked at it). I decided to try scrubbing the inner band with baking soda, and like magic, the other letters appeared! DMC.
I passed on the initials in a private message to one of the '72 alumni, and within an hour, we had the name of the possible owner of the ring!
I am not great at finding people on Facebook, and so I asked my friends for help. Within minutes, I received a text message with a link to reunion dot com, where this fellow's name and phone numbers were listed.
Taking a deep breath, I called the first number. I wasn't prepared with a spiel, and rather bluntly, with no introduction, asked, "Did you lose your class ring?" before even asking the name of the person I'd called! He hesitated, and then said, "No, I don't think so..." and we bid farewell.
I dialed the next number on my list, and the same gentleman answered. Before I could say anything, he began to speak. "When you called me on my landline, you caught me by surprise! I did lose my class ring, but it was about 30 years ago."
I replied, "Could you tell me your middle initial?" "M."
I asked the color of the stone that was in his ring, and he said, "It was red, from what I can remember..."
I shrieked in the poor guy's ear, and exclaimed, "I HAVE YOUR RING!!"He asked me, "You're not looking for some kind of reward or anything, are you?" and I said, "No!!!!! I'm just so happy to have found you!!"
He sounded stunned and then appreciative, and I gave him my address and phone number. He will come to collect his long lost ring when he comes into Tallahassee next time.
Hooray for social media, the internet in general, and friends and strangers who cared enough to help find him!