The other day I noticed that my engagement ring felt different—two of the prongs holding the stone in place felt just a hair's-breadth higher than usual. So I went to the jeweler and he said that the prongs were worn out and should be replaced. (Really? After only 18 years of 24/7 wear?) I can understand that, and even the $80 charge wasn't entirely unreasonable when you think of what needs to be done (i.e., replace just the prongs without disturbing the setting). The trouble is, it's going to take a week! Argh! I've already spent most of today going in and out of panic attacks every time I notice the ring isn't there. I keep doing this nervous twitchy thing where I flick my ring finger with my thumb. I can't even begin to describe how much this disturbs my wah—way worse than forgetting to put on my watch.
I understand. I think that by day three you should grow more accustomed to the situation, but I can't believe it's going to take so long.
Posted by: Lora | May 11, 2005 at 09:57 PM
You should feel fortunate. Mine just felt a bit scratchy, then before I knew it, I had lost the diamond in Portland while at a gymnastics meet. It cost a lot more than $80, that's for sure!
Posted by: Margaret | May 11, 2005 at 11:12 PM
That has been one of the toughest aspects of school. You can't wear any rings when you cook so I have had to leave them at home. You don't realize how much time your thumb spends absent mindedly flicking by your ring finger...just to check...until you aren't wearing them.
Posted by: jo | May 12, 2005 at 09:15 AM