When I was in high school I would never get changed in front of other girls in gym class, I don’t know what I was so afraid of but I just couldn’t do it. Fast forward a lot of years into my forties and something happened, I can only blame it on perimenopause, because I was no longer afraid of my nudity. I started wearing low-cut shirts, blouses, and sundresses, much to the dismay of my kids, though not my husband (I would also go swimming without the bathing suit top but I was considerate and made sure they were not around). The reason I gave them, was that it is legal to go topless in Ontario, and they should actually be happy, that well, mom isn’t sitting at the kitchen table without her top on. I also said to the teenage boy, that since he goes without a shirt on hot days, why can’t mom? Of course, he thought I was disgusting. Jeez. They are only boobs son, you have them.

What do you think, is nudity no longer a problem as you get older or are you covering up more now?

Laughter & Rings & a Sanitary Napkin

The other day hubby and I went to the jewellery store to have one of the claws on my diamond engagement ring tightened. The diamond had fallen out of the ring a while ago and hubby asked if I wanted a larger diamond since the current one was well, minuscule. I said no because we had purchased the ring together some twenty-six years ago, and regardless that it was minuscule it was my diamond. So at the jewellery store, when I asked the jeweller to tighten the claw on my minuscule diamond, we laughed together. Well waiting for the ring, we browsed, I mean who can go in to a store filled with diamonds, gems, gold and silver and not look around? I saw another diamond ring that I quite liked but we decided we wouldn’t buy it because we didn’t really have the money right now. Funny thing was, we had just received a rather large income tax rebate, but being parents, with two in higher education we have debt.

After my ring was fixed and back on my finger, we were off to Walmart to purchase a rake for my husband. He found it quite funny that considering our tax rebate, all he was getting was a rake, so I offered take him to lunch but since I only had twenty dollars on me, I would take him to the MacDonald’s located inside the Walmart. Again, we laughed at how we were splurging. After lunch, we went and bought the rake. As we left the store, I thought to myself that I wouldn’t mention the diamond ring we had seen earlier but if hubby did, well then, off we would go. When he did offer if I wanted to go purchase the ring I said yes, but we would set a price limit. Of course the ring was well beyond our budget, but the nice jeweller sensing that I would really like something, suggested we look at their estate jewellery. The estate rings were lovely and I decided on a garnet with two diamonds. The garnet is my husband’s birthstone, and the diamond mine. The ring had to be sized so it would not be ready until the next day.

Hubby was working the next day, so I phoned the jeweller myself to ask if the ring was ready yet. It was, and being impatient, I decided to pick the ring up myself rather than wait for my husband to arrive home. I immediately put the ring on my right ring finger with my original wedding band. Hubby and I have two wedding bands because he had to have his first one cut off.

Last year when he was moving middle child to her new apartment, he had seriously hurt his hand. He was moving the trailer, with her belongings packed in, over a few feet. When he went to set the trailer down, the hitch had somehow become caught in the ring. The next thing we saw, was him bent over doing the weeble-wobble trying in vain to unhook his ring. His hand is being scrapped along the pavement because of the weight of the trailer. Once he finally became unhooked, his fingers immediately swelled up, there was blood everywhere.

I frantically look for some sort of band aids in the first aid kit but the only thing I could find was a feminine sanitary napkin. Now my husband has his hand wrapped in a sanitary napkin and I, along with my daughter and her two university girlfriends laugh. Luckily he was not in too much pain, and laughing along with us. After the laughing subsided, the sanitary napkin removed, I looked closely at his hand, the wedding ring has been bent into an oval shape and his fingers are quite swollen. There is no way he can get the ring off.

After a few days we see that the swelling was not any better on his ring finger, it was getting worse, so the decision was made to cut off his wedding ring. I cried. Silly, but it was his wedding ring. We decided to purchase new wedding bands since his was so badly deformed. I moved my original band to my right hand, so my left would match his left. I’m sentimental this way or neurotic.

Diamond Garnet & Diamonds