You never really realize just how many beads are on a necklace until you are trying to pick them all up off the floor.
This was once my mother's necklace, and I'm sure she only paid a few dollars for it sometime inthe '80s or '90s - it wasn't heirloom quality or particularly special - but I'm kicking myself anyway for snapping the thread. I don't have a lot of her things. I made a conscious effort when she died to just select some items that meant something to me, and most of those things ended up being costume jewelry, scarves, Christmas decorations, and some dishes. Every time one of those things gets destroyed, I worry that the day will come when I have nothing left to remember her by, and I wonder if I shouldn't have been so selective before.
Charles is finally off jury duty. They found the guy guilty of felony murder, and sentenced him to life in prison with the possibility of parole. Charles feels good about it, that justice was done. Last night was the first time in 2 weeks that he didn't dream about the trial.