It's a Rich, Full Life

Yesterday went off well. I got to lunch with berry_k, and got actual work done at Starbucks. The girls had an excellent time, and were only half an hour late coming out of the park. The traffic going north on 101 at 6pm was not as horrible as I'd feared. The dog, unwalked from 10-7, was urgently happy to see us, but had not fouled her nest (or the house). The girls took her to the park for half an hour to unwind her, the spouse went off and bought a new card for Avocado's camera (since she cannot find the computer cord with which to offload her current pictures), and I got to go out for a glass of wine and half a burger with klages.

Today: return rental car. Take duffles to UPS. Return Lands' End purchases that didn't work. Lunch with stevengould. Dog draggage. Pack for trip. Get Avocado to pack for the trip and finish tidying her room for the summer. And then, after dinner, off to SFO and the red eye.

I'm bringing my laptop with me, and will check in, depending on the availability of WiFi. But if you don't hear from me for a bit, it isn't because I don't love you, it's because, well: Life.

No One to Blame, Not Even Myself

I love Laurie Edison's jewelry. Other than stuff I inherited from my mother, and bits and pieces of jewelry I've been given over the years, the bulk of my jewelry is either Laurie's make, or elisem's. Which makes it all the more frustrating/enraging/depressing that a stone fell out of one of my rings yesterday--and of course I didn't notice until later.

It is a silver setting with a "watermelon" agate (I think that's it): a piece of stone that is greenish-gray around the edges and pink in the center. I'd been wearing it a lot lately. Now, of course, it's just the setting, and I don't know where the stone is, and so I can't take the stone and setting back to Laurie and ask her to make it all better, please.

I was wearing the ring, but it was made to be worn. No one else lost the stone. The ring was solidly made--all I can think is that one of the prongs got just loose enough that the stone fell out. I really, really want to blame someone and be angry at them, because I really loved that ring. But really, no one is to blame, it just happened, which is so unsatisfying that I sorta want to weep.

Ah, well. Off to the east coast in three hours. Will check in from the road.