Thanks for the well wishes, but the ring is not found.

I’ve given up on the notion that I ate it.

I still can’t imagine where it could be. I put on a different ring to show Clark and asked if he knew where my ring was. He didn’t.

The girls spent 30 minutes before homework last night looking for it.

So I’m dyeing a sample of wool and alpaca for Nate’s sweater to distract myself, since the last sample didn’t work out. I’m dyeing it a color that went all haywire on the silk and showed no sign of even being related to brown, so I’m heating it very slow, and using no vinegar whatsoever ’til the very end to set the color. In all of my miserable and failed dye attempts (as far as getting predictable results. Most things have been pretty), it seems that the dye is striking extremely fast. Maybe it’s my uber-soft water? That’d explain a lot. I’ll let you know how this goes.

When Clark goes down for a nap, I’ll start laundry. I’ve already gone through the laundry bins and pockets to no avail, but I’m still holding out hope that I’ll find it in the bottom of the washer when I transfer a load.

Let me first start out by saying that I do NOT want a replacement, but I couldn’t help browsing Shaneco.com (something I do a couple times a year anyway) to see if they still have the calla cut diamonds, and they do. Wanna see something pretty?

When I first saw an ad for this ring a couple years ago, I don’t remember where, I went in to the store to try it on. At the time, I remember thinking it was prettier in the picture than it was in person, simply because it sparkles SO much, you can’t really see the flowers/design of it.

They’re amazing diamonds.

I’m curious to try it on again, but it’s pretty pointless. I can’t imagine having nothing better to do with $5k than spend it on a ring.

And I want mine anyway.

I woke up this morning and the first conscious thought I had was, “(gasp), my wedding ring’s gone!”

I’ve looked everywhere. Stripped the bed. Moved everything. I have no memory of taking it off, and I always know where I’ve taken it off on the rare occasions when I do. It’s just gone, and as ridiculous as it sounds… I’m afraid that maybe I ate it in my sleep.

That’s the only thing I can think of. I don’t know what to do.

So I’m getting almost nothing done as I pace the house, wracking my brain for where it could possibly be.

Oh, and on a completely less consequential note, I’ve started the sleeve to Clark’s sweater.

Which one of you suggested vinegar and rock salt for polishing the brass bells on my Woodstock fountain? I was cleaning my fountain this morning and decided to give it a try.

Can you tell which three bells have been scrubbed, and which three haven’t? The interesting thing is it wasn’t just the vinegar, and it wasn’t just the salt, it was definitely both. If I stopped getting results, I’d add more of whichever had been used up, and it started cleaning again.

I’ve tried brass polish, I’ve tried steel wool and detergent, I might have tried bleach, I don’t remember. Nothing had the tiniest effect, and now, after using vinegar, rock salt, and steel wool, I have a pretty fountain again! (I wonder how it’d do on the bottom of my shower???).

I love you!!!

Blog readers are the best. Happy Monday!

Hey all. So, once Nate’s birthday is over tomorrow I’m going to boycott sugar ’til Thanksgiving on November 27, which is just about 4 weeks. I’ve done it before, but I have much less confidence in myself now than I did in the past. I’m going to do my best.

Anyone else?

It’s difficult at first, but gets easier quickly. The key is to drink a lot of water to flush out the detox, and to make sure you’re feeding yourself good food so you don’t get too hungry or low in blood sugar. I always feel so good when I do this. I have so much energy.

Happiest of birthdays, my dear husband. I adore you.