I have shared stories on my blog in the past about my wonderful wife, Rosemarie. She never ceases to amaze me…and amuse me. For her birthday earlier this month I bought her something she has wanted and talked about for several years. So, I did my homework and got her the best metal detector I could afford. Yes, that’s right—a metal detector. You know, one of those gizmos with a round disc on the bottom of a stick that has electronics attached that can detect all kinds of metal beneath the surface of the ground…in our case, the surface of the beach. We live fifteen minutes inland from Florida’s coast.
We have always been a couple that does everything together. We would never go on separate vacations, make a major purchase or even beat the children without our both doling it together. So, now that Rosemarie has a metal detector she wants to go detecting metal…every day! That means I go, too. Now, let me quickly add that I love the beach. I enjoy watching the ocean and the ships passing in and out of the port and, of course, the young ladies passing in and out of the water in their bathing suits. Okay, so it’s not a big burden for me to go metal detecting with Rosemarie—agreed.
The difference between the two of us is the old glass half empty/half full proposition. I suspect she will be lucky to find the lid off an old beer bottle. On the other hand, she expects to find gold doubloons and other ancient shipwrecked treasure. God bless her.
So far, she had unearthed—ah, make that unsanded—a dime the first day and twenty-seven cents the second day. She was overjoyed with her new found treasure despite the fact that she put the dime in her pocket only to have it fall out (for her or someone else to detect again sometime in the future). The twenty-seven cents? A little girl approached her, curious about what she was doing. Rosemarie explained she was looking for treasure and she had, indeed, found some. Then she gave the young lady the quarter and kept the remaining two cents for herself…still very pleased with her metal detecting discoveries. I was going to say something, but I thought I’d be better off keeping my two cents to myself, too.