Ah, sea glass.
My new found passion.
I love everything about it. Its frosted patina, it's rounded smooth edges, its illusiveness and of course its colors.
I recently purchased a special dish so I could put my growing collection out for everyone to enjoy. I placed my little gems on the coffee table arranging the colors so that the rare ones were prominently displayed on top. The crowning glory was my 1 in 5,000 prize; the Holy Grail of all collections, my extremely rare red.
Hummm, notice anything missing here? (Awww, you ARE paying attention).
Yup, the red sea glass that used to live up there now lives down here...
...in the bowels of our swivel chair.
It seems that Jake, while visiting over Thanksgiving, was examining the red sea glass and it fell out of his hands and into the crack of the chair.
Oh, yeah we tried turning the chair upside down and shaking it, running our hands on the inside - everything short of taking the whole dang thing apart. I'm afraid my precious red prize is gone forever.
Well, almost forever. I informed my family that when I'm gone, (before they call Goodwill to come pick-up all Grammie's old junk), they need to tear the bottom off that chair and recover that glass one last time.
Poor Jake. His mom made him tell me what had happened. Knowing how I cherished that nugget he so dreaded telling me. But he did and I'm proud of him for that.
Looking back I wish my reply had been more loving and understanding. All I said was, "You've GOT to be kidding me!"
Sometimes I wish there was a do over button in life.