Years ago, I bought four brightly-colored Venetian glass candies while on a bike trip to Italy.  They sat on my coffee table in a favorite blue glass bowl from Denmark.  I was amused recently when a friend getting ready to leave after a visit asked if she could have a candy—I advised her against trying to bite into a piece of glass.

Together with some other of my “treasures” that I didn’t want my movers to be responsible for, I left them  with a friend. 

Shortly after my move, I picked up those extra boxes, but I couldn’t find my “candies”.  I was heartsick, thinking I should have left them to the movers because I, myself, had misplaced them when I moved. 

The next evening, I recalled that I had wrapped them individually and put them in my rather large Mexican jewelry box.  I was very pleased and relieved, and attributed my forgetfulness to the stress of moving.

The next day I told the woman I hired to help me hang pictures what happened and how pleased I was.  Minutes later, a picture she had leaned against a wall on a bookshelf fell, knocking the Danish bowl to the floor and shattering the Venetian candies.

If only I had waited one more day to find them!