When our daughter Nicole was 4 or 5 she was absolutely convinced that if Derek or I took off our wedding rings, we were thus UNMARRIED. Oh the fun we used to have at her expense...
Now, TRUE STORY...
Last week while Derek and I were cleaning horse hooves, tossing hay bales and just generally taking care of evening chores he stopped abruptly having noticed his wedding ring was no longer on his finger. He happened to be standing in one of the horse stalls with Tye at the time so it was logical that that was where we began our search.
Though in the stall for a very short time while we brushed and groomed, Tye had already urinated a nice sized puddle so looking through the dirt and straw was not going to be "cut and dry" ;)
With parent interviews at the high school on the agenda that evening, we decided to wait until the next morning and I would retrace Derek's steps from the paddocks to the hay loft in full daylight.
The next morning I studied the ground between the gates and the barn. I poked through the hay loft going slowly with my fingers; checked the open bale on the main level and then with trowel and fingers took to digging through the stall that Derek had been in the evening before when he had noticed his ring was missing.
It was a stinky, dirty job... and I was not successful. Deciding to call it quits for a bit and return with fresh eyes, I gave the barn a quick sweep and thought I saw a flash of gold. I once again dug through the clean hay but didn't find anything.
The missing ring really ate away at Derek so with Canadian Tire money and a competitors advertisement he set out to get a good metal detector at a good deal. And of course he did.
So a beautiful Saturday morning was spent on hands and knees in the barn with a beeping machine and us digging right where we already had. After 20 minutes or so I stepped out to stretch my legs and thought, "Heck, I'll peek through that hay again"... and within a few moments I had the missing wedding ring in hand. Ofcourse, right? In the clean sweet smelling hay where I had already looked.
And wouldn't you know it, when the neighbour stopped in for eggs, he mentioned he had lost a ring in his pond a year and because the pond is so low right now he had thought about finding someone with a metal detector to give him a hand...
... finding the neighbour's ring made the purchase a bit easier to swallow for me. :)
So there you have it from MRS. "once again married" Schnick
xox
Jeanette
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