Kathleen said...

> Andy wrote:
>> This morning I realized a ring is missing. I've been turning the house
>> upside down, went through the garbage bit by bit. Can't find it!
>>
>> Called two stores I visited yesterday, "Sorry."
>>
>> Visited the hawkwatch in hopes. "Sorry."
>>
>> I knew it was getting loose as I lost poundage. Should've had it
>> resized sooner.
>>
>> This happened once before with my 7 diamond ring and it turned up in
>> the trash. No such luck today.
>>
>> Now I just need to take a couple valium, get over the frustration and
>> then turn the house over again. If I find it, I'll probably collapse.
>>
>> It's only of sentimental value since I've worn it for all my adult
>> life.
>>
>> I'm physically and mentally exhausted.
>>
>> See what happens when you lose weight? You lose "stuff" too!
>>
>> Water, 2 valium, gulp.
>
> My paternal grandmother, a lukewarm Lutheran, phoned my mother, a lapsed
> Catholic, to find out the name of "that one saint you pray to when
> things get lost" because the diamond from her wedding ring had popped
> loose from its setting while she was at work at Krogers.
>
> Mom told her it was St. Anthony, but that she might be at the back of
> the line onna acounta Grandmother not being Catholic and all.
>
> Nevertheless, Grandma prayed to St. Anthony and asked for her diamond
> back. And when she reported to her next shift 3 days later, she caught
> a hint of a glimmer from an unswept corner. And sure enough, there it
> was.


Kathleen,

I can't begin to calculate THOSE odds but good for your grandmother!

Andy