Now, here's some bad news, and a bit of irony besides, so just thought I'd post about it. One of my very favorite pieces (a one-of-a-kind necklace Tammy made for an Asian-themed women's event we had a few years ago; I won it in the silent auction), has been misplaced. Here's a picture of it -- fabulous, isn't it?
It has been missing for at least a couple of months, and I cannot for the life of me figure out what I've done with it! I change purses very regularly, and so I've went through each of them, thinking that maybe in our trips the lake or out of town that I tucked it in the pocket of one of them while we were traveling.
I was thinking about it last night, as I picked out clothes to wear today, and thought that perhaps this weekend I will go through my entire closet and look for it, and start spreading my wardrobe out again, to the closet in our third bedroom. As I was thinking about it, the irony struck me -- I've lost this Asian necklace, and then a month later, I've lost the Asian (half Asian) husband. Ok, it is probably only ironic to me, but hey - when you're in the middle of something like this, everything can seem like "karma" at times and strike you the wrong way. Part of me is almost (not quite) ok if I don't find the necklace, because it will remind me of him. But I guess I should think positive, and know that if I can wear the necklace that was supposed to be from him for Christmas, then surely I can wear and enjoy an Asian piece that a friend made as well.
On a more positive (less cynical) note, things are going pretty well. D and I have been on friendly terms, and have been touching base with each other on bills and other things. I'm in the process of refinancing my home and car, so looks like I will be okay financially. Jace is doing okay with things; I think he will really miss D, but D wants him to go over to his apartment when Neil is there to hang out and play Wii, so there will still be some contact at least for awhile.
I have another friend who is going through a divorce right now as well, and one thing we've talked about a few times is that God doesn't give you more than you can handle. Some days it is hard to remember that, but I keep trying! And believe it or not, most days I am doing just fine. Each day is a little better. Looking forward to bowling with Jace and a friend/her son tomorrow night, it will be a fun evening.