Calendula Posted February 16, 2010 Posted February 16, 2010 (edited) I hate losing things and today I lost two things that I cared about. Frustrating to say the least. I’m the type of person that always knows were something is, or at least has an idea of where to look, and given time I can find or remember what I did with almost anything that I own (or have owned). But I’m not talking about losing, as in misplaced, eventually to be found during the next reorganization of my apartment, or the next time I move, I’m talking about losing, gone for good, never to be found again. And when it is something unique that disappears, that bugs me the most. I lost two things today, TWO things, and I hardly ever lose anything. I’m just not the type of person to randomly leave possessions in places, to forget a jacket or scarf, or to leave behind much of anything, for that matter. I can even list most of the moderately significant personal possessions that I’ve lost in my lifetime on both hands and have fingers left over. But two in one day? The first thing was the pouch that I keep my digital camera in. I was taking pictures of the snow on campus, and I had tucked my little camera pouch in my coat pocket while I used my camera. It was a nice, perfectly sized, zippered hemp bag, in a pleasant brownish-rose color, which I purchased specifically for the purpose of holding and protecting my camera so that it wouldn’t be damaged by the rest of the things I carry in my purse. So today I spent a bit of time taking pictures on my way to drop off my mail at the campus post office (at the student union), and then walk back to my office and take a few more pictures on the way. So I get back to my office, reach in my coat pocket for my camera pouch to put my camera away, and I can’t find it. It’s gone. I checked every pocket I had, emptied my purse, checked in the bag I was carrying, I checked everything. My perfect little zippered pouch is nowhere to be found. The only thing I can think of is that it must have fallen out of my pocket when I pulled my gloves out to put them back on after leaving the union. I’m not happy about this. So I put my coats back on, and walk back to the union to see if I can find it. I retraced all my steps and couldn’t find it anywhere. All I can figure is that someone must have picked it up (there was a bit of foot traffic in the area), and, with no idea of whom it could have belonged to, claimed it as their own. My loss, their gain, but exceedingly annoying for me. Now I have to find a new pouch to keep my camera in. Grrr. The second thing was perhaps even more significant to me. Not something I use on a daily basis, but something with sentimental value which I liked quite a bit. This item was a necklace, specifically a pendant. It was made of silver, and relatively old, so it had a beautiful antiqued look to it (because it was antique). It was diamond shaped, flat backed, and hung by the long axis, with a central mounted, oval, green stone of about a half inch in the long axis. At each point on the diamond was a small silver ball, accenting the stone mounting, with scroll work engraving around the entire piece. It was one of several pieces of jewelry that my grandmother left me when she died, and I’ve safely kept it and worn it for almost 6 years now (about once every week or two). I only noticed it was gone this evening when I reached up to my neck and noticed that the chain wasn’t there. The chain had come unfastened, and the larger part of the clasp had caught in my bra. The pendant, however must have fallen off the smaller end of the chain and dropped to the ground without me noticing it, and there is no way I can even begin to try and find it. I’ve been too many places, and even taken my dogs out for two walks, between the last time I know I had it, and when I realized it was gone. I suppose that all I can hope for is that it is found by someone, and that whoever finds it will appreciate it for the beautiful piece of jewelry that it is. I will miss it, though, and it just isn’t the kind of thing that can ever be replaced. I HATE losing things, and the permanent, random loss of a small treasured possession is one of the most annoying things ever, because there is absolutely NOTHING you can do about it. So I suppose that by writing this little bit of a rant I’m saying goodbye to these two things that I really did like, appreciate, and care for, which I used and enjoyed for many years. I had them both yesterday, and now they’re both gone, taken away from me completely by random chance, by something I could never predict or plan for. It is frustrating, extremely so, but the only thing I can reasonably do now is remember them for the nice things that they were, accept that they’re gone and there is nothing I can do about it, and move on. I think I’ll also have a beer to toast their memory. Edited February 16, 2010 by Calendula
Author Calendula Posted February 16, 2010 Author Posted February 16, 2010 I'm reposting this in the Personal Rants section. After I thought about it some, I decided it didn't really fit in this forum.
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