I always forget I own so many books

Brett helped us move them all this afternoon, bags and boxes of everything from the Bible to Conversations with Stalin. My little bookcase has been turned into a shoe rack, and all the furniture's going to move around. The bookcase and table have been put off til later because it's chilly out and drizzling.

diamonds in the dark

My mother bought me a pair of diamond earrings last year as a graduation present. I loved them, and wore them almost the entire time I was treking through the Czech Republic. Earlier this year, around the time of the stupid brewing supply place job, I lost one of them. I tore open vacuum bags, combed the carpet with my bare hands, turned everything I owned inside out. It was gone. I felt sick, and I cried, because it was stupid and awful.

Just now, I opened my bag to find something to wear tonight. There were two diamond earrings inside.

I've opened this bag a thousand times or more since I lost the earring. It was the first place I looked. I would swear on all four of my Bibles and my first edition Ballard novel that it wasn't there before. I'm dumbfounded.

I think I'll take this as a good sign.