Anyway, about 18 months ago I came home from work and as I was getting ready for bed, discovered the chain around my neck was no longer clasped and it was hanging free and my cross was *gone*.
I searched the house and the car and the parking lot at home and at work, nada. I was sad. Just a thing, but a thing that had a fair bit of meaning. Months passed and one day I picked up my toolbox (which had been moved any number of times in the intervening months) and my cross was on the floor under it. I looked at it, said "Huh" and put it aside against the purchase of a more secure chain.
Once I had a stronger chain and clasp, I put it back on. Then last Friday evening after I came in from work, I noticed chain and cross were both gone. My heart sunk - and I launched a new search of house, car and environs. Nothing. This time I was sure it was gone forever, especially since the chain was missing too. But I still checked over the house, inside the clothing I'd worn to work, etc. Still nothing.
Then, this morning, I got up and dressed in my dog walking clothing to walk Charlie. Came back in and since it was only 6 a.m., went to go back to bed. Shucked off the dog walking garb and grabbed my nightgown and turned around to go out of the guest room and there on the floor in the doorway that I'd stepped through at least 4 dozen times over the weekend - yup - cross and still clasped chain.
That does it. I promised a copy of the cross for a confirmation ... I'm taking it in and having it copied - one for her and one for me to wear. The one that likes to go wandering, the gift, can live in my jewelry box . . .
For those who don't know, a Jerusalem cross is a square cross with a small square cross in between each arm.
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