I recently found my class ring. I realize now from the vantage of time that I shouldn't have had it to find. Class rings are for giving. I should have given my ring to the man I loved. He should be finding it in his box of ephemera - remembering a moment from his youth - and then struggling with discarding it - or not. The expectation was students would order a ring with their birthstone in the center -- maybe a school color -- but I loved the star-like pattern in the blue. Blue - my favorite color - at least until the Zupe-man introduced me to Green. He and I diverge in what makes a heart-stopping green. He's more of a forest green man and me, you know, prefer mine on the wild side of chartreuse.
And what about those veins??! While you might point to my aging, here you would be incorrect. OK. Yes, I'm aging - but those veins have been a hallmark of my hands throughout time. (If you're lucky, I'll look for the video of my hand under a super-strong hand dryer where you can watch the veins blown about under the skin!) My sister LOVED to tease me about how visible my veins were- my hands, my arms, even my forehead. I'm not sure I've seen the latter recently. Maybe she took it with her.
Merry Monday. I still think that blue stone is pretty....
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