jewelry
oddly enough, yes, jewelry. as a kid, I loved it that pirate treasure always included jewelry. I think my mother had maybe three rings, other than her wedding ring and her engagement ring. she always wore those last two, so I thought they were attached to her. now and then, though, I would sneak into her room and open her treasure chest and admire the brooches, the three rings, and the necklaces. I thought her pirate didn't do well by her. before we left Brasil the first time, I tried on her rings maybe forty-leven times. they never fit. fast forward a bit through the Baton Rouge year, the strange little house in Recife, to the blue-grey house. I think we were there when I was tennish to twelvish, and I don't remember ever trying on my mother's rings. maybe it was some kind of empathy or sympathy. she clearly had more than enough to cope with and I did better for both of us by staying away from her and from her stuff. but I re-read The Odyssey, and there was treasure in it - I think I remember that Odysseus lost and found a fortune in jewels three times on his way home. I've told you about some of my other reading. I thought Robin Hood must have a treasure out there in Sherwood Forest. he was always giving money away and mounting campaigns that had to cost a fortune. just keeping everyone dressed in Lincoln green cost more than pennies, right? at some point I figured out that those knights errant must each have a treasure that let him ride around looking for adventure. and every treasure I read about had coins and a sword, sometimes armor, but always jewels and jewelry. even dragons had great heaps of treasure, which included coins, psalteries, maps, and jewels and jewelry. clearly jewels and jewelry were important. but, as it turned out, I never grew up to be a pirate or a knight errant, so I never had a treasure. but for a while in high school, I had a fight ring., a great big old nickel-silver setting for a turquoise stone. I thought it would work kinda like brass knuckles. I tried to explain it to my sensei, but he laughed and told me it'd more likely break my finger than the other guy's jaw. I stomped home, sure he was wrong, but that evening I tossed it into my dresser drawer, from which it promptly disappeared. treasure does that, right? in any case, yes, I appreciate jewelry, but on someone else's fingers or wrists or upper arm or neck. thank you, people who know how to wear it. namaste.
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