What an amazing weekend! I'm mentally exhausted but emotionally exhilarated.
Saturday started off normally.
The actual battery replacement was quick and uneventful. The jeweler commented on the watch, saying that because gold had increased so much it price that it would cost more than a thousand dollars to buy a comparable watch today. I wasn't planning on selling, but that was good news. Since I was already wearing my "emergency watch" I put the good one in a zippered outside pocket of my bag, stopped for an Orange Julius in the mall, made a purchase at one other small shop across from Orange Julius, then went directly home. The first thing I did upon arriving home was to check for similar watches on ebay. Sure enough, there was a watch exactly like mine offered for a starting price of $1,199.
As husband and I readied to go to dinner, I opened the zippered pocket of my bag to retrieve the watch. IT WAS GONE! Since I often tend to think that misplaced items are "gone," husband assured me that it couldn't be and he helped me search every pocket of the bag and felt every crevice of the lining. No watch. Then I noticed that the zipper was defective and after being zipped, would split apart. It must have fallen out.
We both checked my car. No watch. I called the shop where I had made a purchase to see if they had found a watch. No watch. We enjoyed a lovely dinner but I was heartsick. Even woke up several times during the night, thinking of the watch. On Sunday, I drove back to the mall just before they opened to check out the exact area where I parked. Even if the watch had been crushed, I still wanted it. There was no watch. I went back to the jewelry store and asked one of the same clerks as had been on duty the day before if I might have left it on the counter. She told me that I had put it in the outside pocket of my bag, which is exactly what I remembered.
Sadly, I headed home. As I passed the Orange Julius stand, I noticed that the same two women were working and that at the moment, there was no line awaiting service. I stopped and asked the same person who waited on me if, by any chance, they had found a watch yesterday afternoon.
While I'm thrilled to have my watch back, I cannot help but ponder how limited the opportunities are to recover lost property. There are few "Lost and Found" procedures still in place. There was nothing potentially helpful in our rarely-read local newspaper. Have we become so insensitive that we cannot relate to another's profound sense of loss and make sure there are ways to match lost items with their owners? It may be old-fashioned, but it's part of a sense of community and I miss it.