z118
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First, let me say that I often get the sense that the universe, God, or whatever you want to call it sometimes tries to tell me things with the items I find.
I dragged myself out of bed at 5 am today to go detecting. I was very tired from too much sun and too much food and too many beers at the big family 4th of July celebration the day before. A very large part of me wanted to stay in bed. But I'm a hopeless detecting addict, so out hunting I went. On my way to the first spot I get pulled over by a police officer, and handed a speeding ticket. I have not gotten a ticket in a good ten years at least. Suffice it to say, my mood turned pretty sour. As I continued on to the first tot lot I was thinking to myself that I'd better find some nice ring or fat piece of gold to make this worth it. Not five minutes into the hunt I get a nice low tone, look down, and see the edge of a ring peeking out from under the wood chips! I quickly snatched it up, and felt its weight and thickness in my hand - it was not like the usual junk ring. I became even more excited! I had hoped for a gold ring, could it be? Could I be that lucky? I looked for a stamp... just a number 6. I looked at the stone. It was glued in place. It was junk, albeit an oddly nice junk ring.
Now I'm really annoyed. I got a dang ticket, I wasn't finding any coins, and then this stupid nice looking junk ring gets me all worked up. It really felt like the detecting gods were jerking me around; having fun at my expense. Now my mood was REALLY sour. I hunted for another five minutes feeling really sorry for myself, lamenting the speeding ticket, wishing I had stayed in bed, feeling stupid for being so obsessed with detecting, feeling irritated with the junk ring... just feeling miserable and nasty. And then I get a small tone... kick some chips aside... and what do I find?
I just stared at it. I'm not sure who's running the show up there, but yeah, I get your message. Sad violin music for my sad sob story. I took it to mean I should quit my crying. So I did! (The fact that the violing is stamped .925 didn't hurt.)
It is clear to me at least that the universe has a sense of humour...
I dragged myself out of bed at 5 am today to go detecting. I was very tired from too much sun and too much food and too many beers at the big family 4th of July celebration the day before. A very large part of me wanted to stay in bed. But I'm a hopeless detecting addict, so out hunting I went. On my way to the first spot I get pulled over by a police officer, and handed a speeding ticket. I have not gotten a ticket in a good ten years at least. Suffice it to say, my mood turned pretty sour. As I continued on to the first tot lot I was thinking to myself that I'd better find some nice ring or fat piece of gold to make this worth it. Not five minutes into the hunt I get a nice low tone, look down, and see the edge of a ring peeking out from under the wood chips! I quickly snatched it up, and felt its weight and thickness in my hand - it was not like the usual junk ring. I became even more excited! I had hoped for a gold ring, could it be? Could I be that lucky? I looked for a stamp... just a number 6. I looked at the stone. It was glued in place. It was junk, albeit an oddly nice junk ring.
Now I'm really annoyed. I got a dang ticket, I wasn't finding any coins, and then this stupid nice looking junk ring gets me all worked up. It really felt like the detecting gods were jerking me around; having fun at my expense. Now my mood was REALLY sour. I hunted for another five minutes feeling really sorry for myself, lamenting the speeding ticket, wishing I had stayed in bed, feeling stupid for being so obsessed with detecting, feeling irritated with the junk ring... just feeling miserable and nasty. And then I get a small tone... kick some chips aside... and what do I find?
I just stared at it. I'm not sure who's running the show up there, but yeah, I get your message. Sad violin music for my sad sob story. I took it to mean I should quit my crying. So I did! (The fact that the violing is stamped .925 didn't hurt.)
It is clear to me at least that the universe has a sense of humour...