History of Bad Luck

I have a long history of bad luck with rings. I am sure there were a series of rings when I was a child that disappeared for a variety of reasons. When I was dating my kind and trusting future husband, he had given me a very attractive agate ring he had made with lights and contrasts in it that looked like a horizon line and a sunset. I left it on a public bathroom sink when I was washing my hands. There’s one down side of cleanliness. He should have taken a clue at that time, but alas, he didn’t. He gave me a lovely set of rings when we married which were washed down a kitchen drain after 3 years of marriage. It’s possible that I have become more responsible or maybe less clean.

Quite a few years ago, I lost a CTR ring in the dark recesses of a recliner chair, having taken it off and it slipped from my hands, jingling downward, never to be retrieved. I turned the chair up and down a bunch of times, to no avail. I heard it jingle once, never to jingle again. Alas, maybe my inability to choose the right is the reason I have lost so many rings.

The other day, I was beginning to wonder if dark forces were at work. Maybe the prophecy about the last days was occurring, about our possessions being illusive. I also wondered if we had a group of "Borrowers" living in the crawl space under our house. In August I bought a ring at the Petrified Forest which slides over the knuckle of my pinky finger, but which is quite loose. Several times I have thought as I have taken a shower, washed my hands or put on lotion that it could slip off too easily.

The other day, I was in the shower getting ready to wash my hair and I was paranoid about it slipping off my hand. So I opened the shower door and gently tossed it out onto the middle of the rug. A thought crossed my mind that I might never see that ring again, being somewhat and at times, very superstitious. A self-fulfilling prophecy could be aided by pixies or gremlins such as the one that lived in the recesses of the recliner and absconded with my CTR ring.

When I got out of the shower, I looked for the ring and sure enough it was nowhere in sight! I shook the rug twice, checked on both sides of the toilet and all along the sides of the walls. I was thinking about trajectory and propulsion and how such an object might bounce or roll, maybe out into the bedroom. I was more than puzzled since I am inclined to be superstitious about disappearing objects and UFO’s and crop circles, etc, etc. I went and got a broom and swept the floor, I thought well enough. I was so baffled, pondering the likelihood of gremlins and Borrowers and prophecies. I made one more perusal around the toilet, in back where there was not a chance that it could have made its way, but voilá! there it was. It had rolled about 3 feet, circling in back of the toilet, landing in a spot so out of sight that I would swear in court that a Borrower had come along hiding it so as to come back for it later. You will be relieved to know that there was a happy ending in my long history of ring incidents.