when you add up the direct costs, i didn't really lose all that much--$1000 cash money, one pair diamond earrings, one diamond engagement ring, one gold wedding band, and one white gold amethyst ring. The bad guy can keep it all. Wedding band? boo fucking hoo. Diamond engagement ring? Well, it was a symbol of sorts--a symbol of how deeply fucked my marriage was from day 1. I hated that ring. Diamond earrings? Diamond crumbs, maybe half a sneeze between the two.
The amethyst ring, however, was important. My Great Aunt Sarah and i share the same birth stone, amethyst. She gave me the ring when i graduated from high school, and she in turn had received it from her grandmother (i think it was grandmother--i need to check this, also want to see if it goes back again) when she graduated from high school. At any rate this goes well back in the em family matriarchy.
Trenton police dept advised me to check all the local pawn shops, and i've made the rounds twice. Every time i see a purple stone my heart jumps, but no luck yet. plan on another swing through tomorrow. i want my ring back you bastards, and i won't rest till i get it. be forewarned.
i've jolted awake in the middle of the night only 19 time since the robbery
. . . "huh? wha . . . wha was tha?"
instantly listening with all my might, heart thumping away at late-night's amplification of things ambient. And i've moved with all em haste to shore up the security gaps in em manor. shortly, those guys in the armored trucks will arrive and install motion detectors and sirens and secure all the doors and windows.
now would someone help me corral all those horses?
Bastards, I hope it turns up soon. :-(
Ohh, lick of paint too, nice and tasteful, peaceful green, like...marrowfat peas :-)
Posted by: Ron | October 28, 2005 at 12:25 PM
Ugh, I'm so sorry, em. When our place in Athens was broken into, we lost a lot of electronic stuff that was worth a decent amount of money. But what really pissed me off was the loss of a 1920s watch my mother had given me. I scoured the pawn shops and the flea market to no avail. What bothered me most was that I was sure the kids who stole it didn't know what it was and that it was probably in a landfill somewhere.
I really hope you find that ring. There are decent odds that something like that would turn up for sale in your area.
Posted by: Jamie | October 28, 2005 at 02:06 PM
I'm no good with horses, I'm afraid, otherwise I'd be there like a shot, obviously (what with you being a fair damsel in distress and all that).
Posted by: Em | October 28, 2005 at 05:09 PM
What shitting luck!
I've got my fingers crossed for you.
Nice decor round here
Posted by: Southern Bird | November 01, 2005 at 06:11 PM