No sign of the lost wedding band after much searching on Jericho Beach. Steve, Aleha, and Marlowe, the puppy searched on the grass and the sand. No luck so far. It would seem it is truly lost or found by someone else. The metal detector detected a lot of bottle caps, no ring, not even someone else’s ring. Marlowe has dug several holes looking for whatever it is Steve is looking for. He’s just having fun on the beach being a puppy.
Steve is bummed. He doesn’t want to contact the designer for a new ring. The hope is fading. I think he should start the process, contact Kelly to start on a new one. Then, he will find it. Maybe. Or not. Together, Steve and Marlowe search the beach and the grass on their daily walks. Every day, Steve arrives home, dejected, but determined he will find it. Hope dies and springs forth that tomorrow he will find it. Pessimistic me thinks it is a lost cause. I do think he will find the ring through a series of strange and wonderful coincidences in the future, a story to tell their grandchildren.
Every day the odds get longer. Here is to hope in finding the ring. Or to a lost and found story to tell. Whichever it is to be, let it be soon.
Stay safe, stay warm, stay loved