A few weeks ago, I bought some blue dichroic glass earrings. They sit closer to my earlobe than my original green zircon studs, are less pokey than my silver star earrings, and less dangly than my crescent earrings. And they flash between sapphire and cobalt.
I have a tendency to fiddle with whatever earrings I'm wearing; Saturday night, I reached up and discovered that the blue glass sphere on my right earring had fallen off of the post. (At first, I thought the glass had been partially pulled through my earlobe.) Presumably, it's somewhere in the house.
Later, I was eating a power bar in preparation of going out dancing with Mark—it doesn't do to have a carb crash thirty minutes into the night. I regularly consume a power bar about an hour before working out to keep from fading out during exercise sets. After three high-protein bites, the sticky mass of the power bar lifted a crown off of my lower back molar. Luckily, I didn't swallow the crown and my tooth wasn't causing any pain. (Although at first I wasn't sure if my molar was topped with tooth decay or decades' old dental adhesive. Thankfully, it was failed adhesive, and the dentist glued the crown back on Monday.)
Mark and I went dancing anyway and got back home shortly after midnight and before the change to standard time.
Sunday, I slept late, and had a lazy morning in the bath reading The Two Towers. I wondered what the third thing to come undone would be. Would it be something connected to my elderly parents? Would a button pull away from a dress shirt? Would it be another inconvenient loss? Would one of my unicorn socks develop a hole? Would it be a sudden momento mori punchline?
I wouldn't discover until I found a parking citation (for nine times the cost of a daily permit) on my car Tuesday. I typically order parking permits Sunday—it's apparently a universal law that university parking is complicated and a pain. Somehow I missed reminders on various devices and failed to order a parking permit Sunday (and Monday) morning for Tuesday (and Wednesday).
An earring, a crown, and a permit undone on Autumn's cross-quarter. It sounds like a nursery rhyme or fairy tale. Fingers crossed for a happily ever after ending.
