About seven years ago I lost a gold chain that held a locket my Grandmother gave me. On the same chain was a cross my Grandfather gave me. I was convinced that a house sitter we hired for a trip to Florida walked off with it. As the years passed I sort of accepted that it was gone but I always felt bad about losing that chain.
Saturday night the longest shelf/pole in my walk-in closet came down in a heap. What a mess in my closet. So Anthony brought up the crate wardrobes we used to move the last few times to temporarily hold the clothes. We have decided to West Coast the closet because it is a pass through to our bonus room. One of the crates had clothes in it. These clothes have been in this box since we moved from Chappaqua and I would guess most of them haven't seen the light of day in a decade or more. Julia was thrilled with the little pink sequined number that I once wore to a college prom. I'm not going to say how long I've been out of college but let's just say that the dress would be at home in an episode of Dynasty.
Since we've moved into this house we've had some problems with our wireless doorbell. I've heard other people have problems with them too. The first year we lived here it rang by itself quite often. My cousin who is what she calls "woo woo" or a sensitive to the supernatural spiritual told me she thought it was my Grandmother. The same Grandmother who gave me the locket. I told her that it freaked me out a little that the doorbell rang especially if Anthony wasn't home when it happened. She told me I should just ask her not to do it any more. I'm not sure if I really believed it was my Grandmother but I did. One night when Anthony was away I told her to stop and if she couldn't would she at least only do it when Anthony was home. Well the ringing stopped and it hasn't happened over the last two years.
On Sunday night the doorbell rang and no one was there. Anthony joked that it was my Grandmother. About an hour later we went up to the bonus room to watch tv. I was sitting in my chair surveying all the clothes that needed to get donated and moved out of here. I casually reached into the pile and pulled out "dress Bermuda shorts" and held them up to Anthony. I honestly can't believe I wore these ugly things and to work no less. As I held them up I felt something in the pocket. Unbelievable after all these years I reached in and pulled out the chain with the locket and the cross. I honestly have no idea why I picked up those shorts or when I might have put the necklace in the pocket but I am so grateful to have it back. I of course thanked my Grandmother for visiting. She must have heard that the whole heap of clothes was on its way out and decided she should finally help me find the necklace. Thanks....
