My wife bought me a very nice wedding ring in May of 1979 with money she earned as a grocery bagger at Wray’s Grocery Store. I used to wear this ring with pride. It’s a beautiful ring really. Now back in the day when my waist size was a smaller number than my pant length, I apparently had thinner fingers. Circa 1979 I was wrestling in the 142lb. weight class. These days, I am happy when my weight is anything south of 2 bills. In-the-know readers of Darrell's Yakimania have commented that I have sausage fingers, whatever that means. An important point of this post is that I can no longer wear my wedding ring. I live a life style that often requires that I remove my wedding ring. Things such as, wrestling, rock climbing, lifting weights, etc. I have purchased a number of temporary rings to replace my wedding ring with the thought that I would eventually lose the weight and slip back into my real wedding ring.
Friends have suggested that I simply have the ring stretched. I consulted a jeweler, but he recommended against it because it would likely ruin the design of the ring. Because these temporary rings were just that—temporary—I have continued to lose them. Now I have mostly purchased cool CTR rings, and interesting rings from gas station jewelry display cases—you know the rings that in a week turn your finger green. The She-wolf commented that I don’t take care of my rings and continue to lose them because I know they are cheap rings and don’t value them. I suspect this is likely true.
For my birthday, I asked for a nicer ring; one that I would value and take care of—just like my original skinny ring that lies safely in the She-wolf’s jewelry drawer. While vacationing in Hawaii, the She-wolf found a beautiful Titanium and Koa wood ring—something perfect for a Wolverine, don’t you think?! However, I balked at the price of $195. I have become accustomed to spending nothing more that $19.99 on the temporary rings I have purchased over the years. Her response? “Oh don’t worry, that’s nothing compared to what you’re going to spend on the next ring you buy me!”
There was a very long pause. I gulped, laid down my plastic do-anything card and pulled the trigger on what is apparently a very inexpensive ring.
4 comments:
This must be a Smart family deal. I am on a steady diet of one ring per year since marrying five years ago. Last summer I lost number four while water-skiing in Bear Lake. So far neither of us have bothered to invest in even the little cheapies we have been using since number one. Maybe we can use your example and look to invest in a ring cool enough to keep track of for more than a year. Is it bad the first thing that came to my mind was shopping for it at the Bangkok flea market?
Haha. Looks like Wolverine has finally found his match - the Shewolf! I can't wait to see mom's ring. (And yours of course)
Like my bro, I too am in the lost wedding ring club. When Sara was buying my original ring I told her not to buy me a gold one but instead to buy me 7 or 8 rings of a lesser metal.
It would have been great. I can hear myself now. "Hey babe, have you seen any of my wedding rings kicking around?"
She didn't heed my advice and within two years it was in the bottom of the Pacific Ocean.
Danny lost his ring wakeboarding a couple days before we got married! I think losing rings is just a guy thing. Can't wait to see Sheila's ring!
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