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I had a very interesting day today. I learned a few things about myself
(1) People don't change. We may bury some things deep, but they'll always resurface sooner or later.
Two somethings from my past resurfaced this afternoon to bite me in the baxide again.
<span style="color: #FF6666"><span style="font-weight: bold">I still love racing</span></span>.
I wanna race again. I don't really care that I'm 51 years old now; that's irrelevant (to me). OK, so I don't own either my old 442 or my old Super 88 anymore... I didn't mind the Camaros this afternoon. They were sweet enough.
(2) Despite having zero gemology training, I was able to pick out my own (former) amethyst from an entire jewelery store full of jewelry. I recognized "my" 14 karat amethyst among all of the other large amethysts in this store, and there was no doubt in my mind which stone was the one that I used to own. I was dead certain - and correct. I asked to be certain.
I find this fascinating... since the stone used to be in a very ugly 1950s cocktail ring that I would never wear and therefore sold, and is now a pendant necklace with three accent diamonds that I seriously want to buy back! dwl
Yes, okay, I owned said stone for 34 years... but still, it looks entirely different now - yet apparently, it also looks the same. (I recognized it, didn't I?)
I really and seriously want my amethyst back, now that it's so beautiful, and I'll wear it all the time, looking like that!
There must be some moral(s) in this to learn, as well... but I'm damned if I can find them.
I didn't sell the old ring thoughtlessly. I gave it plenty of thought. And I can't say that I regret selling the ring; I hated it and never ever wore it. It helped to pay for my upgraded diamond rings that Mr WItchy didn't have to pay for...
And I loved racing cars when I was a kid. When I got older and my priorities changed, I sold my old race cars and moved on in life. No regrets. I loved racing. I gave it up willingly as I got older. But now..... the racing bug has bitten me again, after spending the afternoon at a car hop full of really nice racing Camaros and some 'just-for-fun' race cars (the General Lee and Boss Hoggs' car from "Dukes of Hazzard"; Bandit from "Smokey and the Bandit"
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So... now I wanna race again. I know I still can do it. And I definitely want my amethyst back! I'll have to buy it... so what? It's improved.
What lessons was I supposed to learn???
(1) People don't change. We may bury some things deep, but they'll always resurface sooner or later.
Two somethings from my past resurfaced this afternoon to bite me in the baxide again.
<span style="color: #FF6666"><span style="font-weight: bold">I still love racing</span></span>.
I wanna race again. I don't really care that I'm 51 years old now; that's irrelevant (to me). OK, so I don't own either my old 442 or my old Super 88 anymore... I didn't mind the Camaros this afternoon. They were sweet enough.(2) Despite having zero gemology training, I was able to pick out my own (former) amethyst from an entire jewelery store full of jewelry. I recognized "my" 14 karat amethyst among all of the other large amethysts in this store, and there was no doubt in my mind which stone was the one that I used to own. I was dead certain - and correct. I asked to be certain.
I find this fascinating... since the stone used to be in a very ugly 1950s cocktail ring that I would never wear and therefore sold, and is now a pendant necklace with three accent diamonds that I seriously want to buy back! dwl
Yes, okay, I owned said stone for 34 years... but still, it looks entirely different now - yet apparently, it also looks the same. (I recognized it, didn't I?)
I really and seriously want my amethyst back, now that it's so beautiful, and I'll wear it all the time, looking like that!
There must be some moral(s) in this to learn, as well... but I'm damned if I can find them.
I didn't sell the old ring thoughtlessly. I gave it plenty of thought. And I can't say that I regret selling the ring; I hated it and never ever wore it. It helped to pay for my upgraded diamond rings that Mr WItchy didn't have to pay for...
And I loved racing cars when I was a kid. When I got older and my priorities changed, I sold my old race cars and moved on in life. No regrets. I loved racing. I gave it up willingly as I got older. But now..... the racing bug has bitten me again, after spending the afternoon at a car hop full of really nice racing Camaros and some 'just-for-fun' race cars (the General Lee and Boss Hoggs' car from "Dukes of Hazzard"; Bandit from "Smokey and the Bandit"
...So... now I wanna race again. I know I still can do it. And I definitely want my amethyst back! I'll have to buy it... so what? It's improved.
What lessons was I supposed to learn???
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