Well, it happened.
I’ve been saying for years the only reason I keep everything I have is some day I’ll need it. I know I will, and I don’t want to miss the opportunity to say “I told you so.”
Last week I needed something that used to sit on the bookshelf in my living room. When we painted, I carefully packed everything in small boxes, but instead of dragging those boxes to the basement, they went into my attic room.
It wasn’t because I was lazy, I’m sure, that they stayed there even after the paint had dried and the room was put back together. Somehow, empty shelves gave me hope that I wasn’t done yet. A person who’s been feeling badly for a while needs that reassurance.
Anyway, just a few days ago, someone asked for something I knew I had, but I nearly lied my way out of looking. Not a lie, actually; I would just have said, “No, I don’t have that.” Still, a lie of omission is a lie is a lie, and I fessed up.
Then I had to go looking. I never knew I had so many little boxes of stuff, nor did I remember how much that little stuff meant to me. I found myself smiling for no reason all the while I was looking, and when I found the errant objects, my smile turned into laughter. It’s the story that goes with the object that makes those objects collectible, I’m sure.
Speaking of finding stuff, my friend, Jennifer Harp, works at Elderbridge in the Bank of America building. She told me recently that someone in her office found a gold wedding band just outside the building in early February.
The rings inscription reads “Evert May 19 4/30 53.” The ring is a simple medium-sized gold band with some nicks on the bottom rim. It also is stamped with an 18k symbol.
Barb Erickson of Elderbridge stopped by the recorder’s office to see if maybe an Evert married a May on April 30, 1953, but she found nothing.
“Hopefully, it was someone that lost it and wasn’t someone that just threw the ring away because she was mad at her husband,” Jennifer says. “It does look like a woman’s ring, although it could be either/or. There are no jewels or anything on it.”
Jennifer said they’re keeping the ring at Elderbridge, so if this belongs to you or yours, stop by the office and claim it. That office is 108 S. Eighth St. in Fort Dodge.
Oh, hey, another thing I found Wednesday morning. Well, it wasn’t really finding, it was seeing.
I’m sitting in the eye doctor’s office watching those humongous snow flakes dropping and wishing spring would hurry in, wondering if the two snows we’ve just had constituted an in-like-a-lion approach to March so by the end of the month, it will go out like a lamb. Suddenly I catch a patch of orange flying around the tree outside the window, then another and another.
Robins. A small flock of robins were in Dodge, likely wondering why they didn’t stay away just a few days longer. But it doesn’t matter what they’re thinking. If robins are here, spring can’t be far behind.
At the risk of my year running speedily away, that is good news.
So long friends, until the next time when we’re together.
Contact Sandy Mickelson at (515) 573-2141 or firstname.lastname@example.org