I've crossed another milestone on my path to senescence. Last night I went to bed to read, and I was still wearing my earrings. These silver earrings are from Scottsdale, and I love them. Each one has a shamanic hand imprinted on it. When I'm wearing both earrings, I tell myself the hands ward off evil spirits.
So there I was in bed, reading Book #1 of Harry Potter, and I felt one earring fall off. I reached up, and sure enough, the right earring was lying on my shoulder. The back, however, was gone from behind my ear. It couldn't have gone far, right? I'm checking the bedding, no back, and then I checked through the various layers of items I wear to bed in lieu of a pajama top: tshirt, cashmere sweater, hooded sweatshirt--and I saw the back under my sweatshirt, but in my excitement, I bumped it, and it disappeared again.
I got up, put the backless earring in a safe place, shook out my sweatshirt, and searched through the blankets a little more with no results. So I went back to bed, finished last Sunday's NYT Xword puzzle, and fell asleep. This morning when I woke up, I could not find the backless earring!
Please be assured that I do not lose my earrings often. In fact, I can't remember the last pair of which one went missing. It was years ago, back in my working days when I wore earrings daily in an effort to be, as Emma Donoghue's character in Landing" said, "tediously well groomed." When I retired, I installed a set of pearl earrings and have pretty much left them in until last month, when I got my hair cut very short. In the past, store clerks here have tended to call me "sir," even with the pearl earrings and a modish (often curled) bob. So now I've taken to wearing bigger earrings and even a bit of makeup to counteract the skinhead look. Now they don't say anything. Good.
Anyway, I have never before lost a whole earring while I was in bed reading. But the lost is found. I'm reminded that today is when Mercury turns retrograde until March 17, and during that time, the best laid plans of mice & men gang aft agley. It'll all straighten out next month, though. Maybe this is the universe reminding me to just take a deep breath and not panic, no matter what happens with the sequester, et al. The Pope, too. This wasn't a good for him to retire--schedules can go awry--but maybe it was best he did it before the planet began its retrograde pattern.