Woe is me.
What has happened? Something that probably has never, ever, happened to anybody before. I can't hardly believe it, myself.
My washing machine has stolen a companion. I am bereft of my favorite Rosary. The one that fit so nicely in my hand. The one that felt so pearly smooth when you fingered it. The one that was small enough to always fit in your pocket, without spoiling the line of your clothes. The one that lay flattest under my pillow. The one that was a pretty pearly pink on little tiny beads, that I was planning to give to my granddaughter, when she is old enough. The one that I loved to pray on.
ugh...........I feel naked.........I feel lonely...........and I feel stupid for not checking my pockets before I put the jacket in the washer.
Presently, the Rosary is stuck in the little tiny holes that perforate the inside tub of the washer. I tried gently tugging on the beads. If I yanked the beads hard, they'd just break, and I'd have no Rosary, at all. So it just lies there.
I tried WD-40.
What else?
Yeah, I did try prayer, but I feel foolish asking for such a personal preference. After all, it's not like I don't have other Rosaries.
My family is aware of the problem and have all tried to dislodge the beads. Hubby has quipped, "Maybe now you'll do the laundry more often now. You know, just to see your favorite Rosary."
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