dirty, scratched and dull--my wedding ring last week (the bar was added after the diamond popped out once)
She was tired. It was the end of the day and she wanted to take a shower. As she washed her tired, fifty year old body her eye caught a moth flying around in the steam rising from the hot water above her. It was probably going for the light. Those moths, you know, they can't help it, they are drawn to light. For no reason at all she swung her hand at the moth as it just happened to reach a certain level. At that level, at that very moment, she slipped. She slipped just as her wedding ring caught on the curtain ring.
Who knows how long she'd worn it. Probably since the day she married him. Whoever he is. These aren't the details that mattered right then. Because right then, there were other unforeseeable details. There was the moth, her hand, the rings (one on the hand and one on the curtain rod) and the slip. All of which intersected in time. This sequence of events led to the slice. Severing skin and several nerves.
She dried off, dressed and got herself to the Emergency Room somehow. There, Dr. Gooch was waiting to sew up her ring finger.
That's why he told me, the next morning, in the shower, that "wedding rings are a bad idea." We're thinking of going the tattoo route.
So, is this one more thing to "watch out" for? People with guns who are mad at you, trampolines, getting the pit out of the avocado with a knife, and moths in the shower? Or maybe, there is nothing to watch out for. Maybe your going to turn your head and your two-year-old is going to climb the steps of the play structure, maybe you're going to ride on the back of Ben's scooter to work, maybe your going to board that plane, or maybe you'll snack on those almonds, and maybe you'll just wake up to start the day armed with only a prayer.
And at the end of it, that day, after surviving unscathed, you'll probably want a hot shower.