I Once Was Lost ...

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I came back from a rather hilarious (and tipsy) Halloween party – given by the church folks, no less … yes, St. Theresa and John the Baptist were there – to discover that my beloved West Paris (Mount Mica Mine), Maine deep green tourmaline ring was no longer on my pinky finger, where it should have been residing.

Panic and grief ensued. We looked everywhere around the house, drove back to the parish house, kicking around rain-soaked fallen leaves, searching with flashlights, to no avail.

Gave up, came home, went to bed, slept, woke up, etc.

Went to the bathroom – stepped on it. It had fallen from my hand, when I had to use the facilities “quickly” earlier in the day

:eek:

      :smack:

" … Now I’m found … “”

Thanks be to og.

2

Whoopsie.

The Mount Mica Mine is located in Paris, Maine (not South Paris) … worth a google search.

Is very :cool:

3

I mis-read this. Thought the name was the Mount Monica Mine.

Figured it was the source for Clintonite.

:smiley:

4

:D, indeed!

5

Sounds like a fun party, and glad you found your ring! I hate losing the little precious things; somehow it’s even worse when the retail value is much lower than the sentimental value. Expensive can be replaced; sentimental usually cannot.

6

I am lost. Has anyone seen me?
I ain’t got no body…

7

Aunt Beru is looking for you…