The wedding ring saga continues, with yet another disappointment. Trying to find something we like in our size that’s reasonably priced has become not a lot of fun but rather a bloody bore.
Yesterday, while Mr. Fluffles was being groomed, we checked out a furniture store in Teaticket and then went across the bridge to a jeweler in Buzzards Bay to look at wedding bands. Our generous friend Candy gave us her old ring for trade.
Unfortunately, we weren’t impressed by the offer we got or the selection.
We did get cheap gas in Wareham, some nice gourmet treats at Mazilli’s, and a few more items at Job Lot.
Back on Cape, we picked up Fluffles, had lunch at the house, then hustled over to Edgewater to load up the truck for a transfer station run. Made it with about four minutes to spare.
On the way back, we stopped at Town Hall so we could see what the Mass. version of a marriage license application and certificate look like. Our excellent Town Clerk offered to phone her counterpart in Washoe County to see if anything could be done to get me a document with my first name and Ron’s surname.
By evening it had started snowing again, but we went out anyway to deliver Mary’s Black & Decker jar opener and Cathy’s bowl. We picked up a a pair of bedroom slippers for Ron, too.