two rings

So it's over a thousand years old. It probably spent the last several centuries buried in soil somewhere near the ancient Byzantine Empire city of Constantinople. It has two handcut rubies which were handcrafted in or near a Russian city during the nineteenth century. And then it ends up on my finger. But how?

Well, so the story goes that on the eve of the fall 2010 equinox a certain Thomas Stone asked me to go for a walk. When we first started dating six months ago, we went on quite a few walks, but lately not so much. So it was a pleasant surprise to be going on a short stroll again. But then I noticed that we were heading in a northeast direction from my apartment complex to a location that we had been to only once before quite a while ago. This was all very interesting to me because a few months prior it had dawned on me that Tom seemed to be saving this place for something--perhaps something special?

We were just heading back to my apartment when a small box conveniently fell out of Tom's pocket and onto the sidewalk just in front of us. He knelt down and opened it to reveal a Captain Planet ring. And then he asked me to marry him. I said yes, of course, and apparently passed the test. Because then I got my real ring--the one that is way older than Captain Planet.

So as a result of no doubt some careful planning on Tom's part, we were engaged on the equinox and plan to be married on the winter solstice (December 21st). The former was a happy day and I am sure the latter will be even more so.


Hmmm. . . and we really need to take some new pictures of the two of us. Guess that's what engagement pictures are for?