paranoia

Sometimes I trip over myself.  I can't help it.  I get in my own way.

As I was preparing for vacation a few weeks ago I got the overwhelming feeling that while I was away my house would be broken into.  I was sure of it.  And this worried me.  It is not like I have a lot of expensive things.  Actually I am pretty sure that I have no expensive things.  My paranoia was fueled by my decision not to take my computer on vacation.  There was really no need to take it.  Nobody I was visiting with had wireless internet.  But I can't afford to replace my computer.

And then I made the decision to not take my rings either.  I am not a big jewelry person.  But I have 4 rings that I love.  Two of the rings are ones that I bought.  Both are tanzanite.  I love tanzanite.  I wear them on my left hand.  The other 2 rings carry more of a sentimental value.  They were rings that I inherited from my Grandmother when she died in 2004.  One is a garnet and the other is a series of sapphires.  I have no idea if they have any real value.  But I hope to pass them along to my Ladybug at some point. 

So the rings were not going on vacation.  So I decided to hide them.  I put them in a safe place and ignored the pit in my stomach.

As I was approaching home the other day, my paranoia resurfaced.  I was sure I would discover that my place had been robbed.  But when I got home -- everything was as I had left it.  My computer sat on my table.  I would not need to replace it.

I was gone for 10 days.  And during those 10 days I completely and totally forgot where I hit my rings.  Not in the jewelry box -- too obvious.  Not in the medicine cabinet.  Not in the desk drawer.  Not in the suitcases.  Not in my dresser.  I looked and looked and looked.  Yep, my paranoia made me misplace my rings.  I looked every day.  They were nowhere.  I had no idea where to even think about looking next. 

Then this morning I went digging through my purse to find something else and pulled out all 4 rings.  Who would have thunk it?  I hid them in the purse... to avoid taking them on vacation ... but I then took my purse on vacation.

Silly me.

Mean Mama