Glitter Part Deux, Pocket Knives, and the Magic of KFC

On Thursday night I got a call from Ben Moss saying that my unfixable ring was back in the store and that I could come and pick it up anytime. I was not terribly excited about this because I was choked that no-one would even try to fix the ring. Worst case scenario I figured was that it would break and I would be out a ring. Not really an issue since I can’t wear it the way it is anyway.

On Friday, Abby and I went into the store to pick it up and they handed me a crushed and mangled tangle of white gold and diamonds. My immediate response was “What the @$%% happened to my ring?!” The brainwave behind the counter had the poor sense to say “Oh, it wasn’t like this when you brought it in?” Since I hadn’t taken it out to the farm and run over it with the harrow bars, no, indeed it wasn’t. But, since you can’t fix stupid and it is rarely worth the effort to try, I gritted my teeth and said “No, it was fine when I dropped it off.” She called in the manager and his jaw literally dropped. He claims to have never seen anything come back from shipping looking like that.

He pulled out his loupe and started examining the ring and came to the same conclusion that I had already reached: the ring is irreparably compromised. He said “I just don’t know what we are going to do, but suffice it to say that you are not getting the ring back today.”

So I said to him, “You could just trade me for the blue and green one that I was admiring.”

He said he would make a call.

Later that afternoon, he called me back and informed me that the ring is now mine along with a free sizing and three year protection plan. YAY!! You remember this is the white gold with marquis blue topaz and peridot stones that I started my love affair with last week? So now, instead of a beautiful but un-wearable and un-sizable ring that was totally bumming me out, I have a pretty, sparkly, new bit of bling! Double yay!

This year’s street fair was great! It made me sad to be leaving though, when I realized how many people in PA that I actually know now. When we first got there it seemed like I couldn’t go two steps without hugging someone. Same kind of thing happened last night when we went to ask Ray across the street a question and he dragged us inside and we sat and had a great visit with him and Shirley. Why were we not out visiting with our neighbours years ago? Dang cable! I think it is the downfall of society. There is something wrong when you spend more time looking at the face of Horatio Cane that you do at that of your neighbours!

The boys went with Paula out to Living Waters camp for their GAT (God’s Agents in Training) program windup today. For some reason, they were given pocket knives. Now, I’m not casting any blame here, just mentioning that given MY track record with knives it MAY not have been the best idea to give my kids knives of their own. Matthew promptly cut up his thumb. Who’s surprised? Anyone? And his concern was not that he had cut himself. Nope, he just didn’t want anybody to tell ME that he had cut himself because he thought I would take the knife away. I didn’t. I was sorely tempted, but he still has it. He would really like to make some marshmallow roasting sticks, so keep him in your prayers and be ready for an update including stitches!

Abby also had her year end Dance recital today. Wow! When I look at how far she has come in a year, I am totally amazed. She is tickled pink that she got her first bouquet of flowers too! Thanks Andrea and family! We went out with Grandma T and Aunty Barb for supper after. KFC, so you know what that means! I don’t know how Exlax stays in business. Given t the choice of a chalky chocolate-like substance and the crispy goodness of 11 herbs and spices, I always let the Colonel work his magic!