#SongoftheDay This Diamond Ring (Gary Lewis & The Playboys)
I've loved this song since I was a kid, but we're listening to it today because I did something really stupid, and now I've got a really stupid story for you.
To preface my really stupid story, I'll tell you that my partner lost a lot of weight when he underwent radiation therapy. Since cancer caregiving is extremely stressful, I lost a lot of weight too. As a result, my engagement ring now fits a little loosely.
Well... a lot loosely, as it turns out.
I was coming downstairs into the one finished basement room in my partner's house, wearing five thousand layers because being thin equals being cold, apparently. As I walked down the stairs, I was shaking my hands to warm them up.
My ring flew off my finger and across the room. We didn't see this happen--we heard it. We heard my ring hit... something... but we didn't know what. We got out a flashlight and looked under the TV, looked on the shelving where it would have most likely ended up, but we could not find my ring.
In the corner of that basement room, there's a bookshelf. It would have made sense if the ring had hit the side of the bookshelf and bounced back, landing around the TV somewhere, but we'd already checked all those places. The bookshelf sits flush to the wall until a couple inches from the floor, where there's just the slightest crack between the wall and the back of the bookshelf.
We couldn't move the bookshelf without first removing all the books.
So we did that.
Remember, my partner is still very ill. So I kept telling him to sit down and he kept not sitting down and coughing and coughing and coughing, and I kept telling him, "I don't want you to die! Would you please sit down?" But he didn't sit down. He just kept helping me hunt for my ring.
Oh. Did I mention there were spiders?
Anyway, perhaps you'll have guessed by now that we found my ring behind that bookshelf. How on earth did it manage to shoot itself through that small, narrow gap? I do not know, but I've got my ring, I dusted off the spider webs, and it's back on my finger. Hooray.
A couple decades ago, I would have read too much into the fact that my ring doesn't fit me anymore. Maybe it's a symbol, or a metaphor. Maybe the relationship is no longer a good fit.
But I'm not thinking that way now. My partner and I have been through a lot this year. We've lost weight, but we haven't lost each other. Our relationship is stronger than ever.
If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and anecdotes, the easiest thing you can do is buy my books (most are for adults only!) or check them out from your local library.
To preface my really stupid story, I'll tell you that my partner lost a lot of weight when he underwent radiation therapy. Since cancer caregiving is extremely stressful, I lost a lot of weight too. As a result, my engagement ring now fits a little loosely.
Well... a lot loosely, as it turns out.
I was coming downstairs into the one finished basement room in my partner's house, wearing five thousand layers because being thin equals being cold, apparently. As I walked down the stairs, I was shaking my hands to warm them up.
My ring flew off my finger and across the room. We didn't see this happen--we heard it. We heard my ring hit... something... but we didn't know what. We got out a flashlight and looked under the TV, looked on the shelving where it would have most likely ended up, but we could not find my ring.
In the corner of that basement room, there's a bookshelf. It would have made sense if the ring had hit the side of the bookshelf and bounced back, landing around the TV somewhere, but we'd already checked all those places. The bookshelf sits flush to the wall until a couple inches from the floor, where there's just the slightest crack between the wall and the back of the bookshelf.
We couldn't move the bookshelf without first removing all the books.
So we did that.
Remember, my partner is still very ill. So I kept telling him to sit down and he kept not sitting down and coughing and coughing and coughing, and I kept telling him, "I don't want you to die! Would you please sit down?" But he didn't sit down. He just kept helping me hunt for my ring.
Oh. Did I mention there were spiders?
Anyway, perhaps you'll have guessed by now that we found my ring behind that bookshelf. How on earth did it manage to shoot itself through that small, narrow gap? I do not know, but I've got my ring, I dusted off the spider webs, and it's back on my finger. Hooray.
A couple decades ago, I would have read too much into the fact that my ring doesn't fit me anymore. Maybe it's a symbol, or a metaphor. Maybe the relationship is no longer a good fit.
But I'm not thinking that way now. My partner and I have been through a lot this year. We've lost weight, but we haven't lost each other. Our relationship is stronger than ever.
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