Losing It

I used to have a really bad habit of losing things like keys, wallets, purses, jewelry, gloves and so on. I developed kind of a weird sense about whether something was lost to me forever. I got to where I wouldn't really get upset if I "felt" that I would get it back. Things found their way back to me in strange ways sometimes.
One time I drove to a town that was just a little bit bigger than the one I lived in because it had a better grocery store. I got almost all the way back home when I realized I had left my purse at the store. Because The Husby had paid for the groceries I didn't notice. This was in the days before cell phones so what to do but turn around and drive back. I walked back into the store and there was my purse in the bell peppers right where I had left it.
Stuff like that happened all the time. Another time I was on a drive on National Forest land and alongside the road was a yellow piece of fabric or something. For some reason it looked really familiar. I stopped, backed up and it was one of my daughter's baby quilts that her great grandmother had made. I never did find out how it got way out in the woods so many miles from our home. But I was glad I found it. I never even knew it was missing until I found it.
The best story doesn't really involve anything I lost. The Husby lost his wedding ring one day a couple of days before Christmas years and years ago. Because it had snowed he thought he must have lost it when he was shoveling snow in our driveway. A day or so later all the snow melted and we looked but we couldn't find the ring. He turned his gloves and pockets inside out and we searched the house, but we could not find that ring.
Fast forward almost six months later. It was one of the last days of the school year and my daughter was sitting in her English class when she glanced at the boy across the aisle from her. He was wearing a ring that looked exactly like my husband's wedding ring. She mentioned it that night and The Husby called this boy the next day and met with him and sure enough, it was his ring! He asked how he got it and he said his brother worked as a waiter at a place where my husband had attended a meeting the night before the snowstorm. Turns out he lost it there and didn't notice until the next day. The waiter/brother hadn't bothered to turn in it at the restaurant where he worked and eventually gave it to my daughter's classmate. The Husby gave the boy $20 for being honest with him and got his ring back.