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I am a sad ferret right now.
Dec. 11th, 2010 07:42 am5: Pompeii. Stayed after the others, closed the place out. Took the train home All By My Self.
6: Stayed in with a migraine, then walked the town solo for 6.5 hours. (Whuh?) They did castles. I bought a lot of tourist crap and learned my watch is broken. In Italian!
7: Capri (island). Very scenic. Water very blue. Was afraid I'd lost Hedgie just before the chairlift. Hadn't. Felt creepily like I was standing in a postcard all day.
8: Massive national holiday. We escaped town to visit the Royal Palace, which has a long straight Versailles-inspired promenade the better part of a mile long. Felt elegant, napped on the grass.
9: Archaeological museum. Light walking, only halfway across town. I got a magnificently crappy watch for 3 euro, and bought 25 euro of pornographic Pompeii postcards.
10: Ischia (island). Very scenic with even more spectacular water and a castle to stand on! And shortly after we got off the ferry, I realized I didn't have Hedgie.
Hedgie is J's stuffed hedgehog, who features in most of my vacation photos. He has gone with me on every major trip I've taken since I started dating J, including the two weeks I spent in the UK. He was, to the best of my knowledge, in my pocket when I left the room for the day yesterday.
I have a dim horrible memory of thinking his neck might get warped from how tightly I snap him into my vest pocket with the head sticking out. So instead, if this recollection is correct, I stuffed him down deep in the pocket, reclining. I then remember wondering if snapping vs. not snapping the pocket would change the fit of the vest, which Hedgie always makes a bit unwieldy.
When I patted my pockets after the ferry to Ischia, my pocket was unsnapped and there was no Hedgie. I checked every pocket and bag on my person, twice. I then took deep breaths and only cried a little and got on with seeing a giant castle, because he might just be in my hotel room and there was nothing to be done just then either way.
I checked with the ferry staff at the end of the day. The guy behind the desk looked at the hand drawn picture of a stuffed animal with mangled, plaintive Italian description and immediately checked the back room, then did a lot of typing on his computer. He told me the name of the boat and wrote it down for me, and said I should check on the Naples side as well, but he didn't have it.
I checked in my room when I got home, and then with the desk staff (who recently had to find![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
arjache's Turtley when he went on a laundry adventure with the sheets). They're checking with the breakfast staff, and asked before taking my drawing.
Everyone is being so kind. And it's a stuffed hedgehog 3.5" tall. And I'm sobbing like crazy and feel foolish about both the loss and the sadness. I keep picking things up in the room and looking under them, like the family cat used to carry around socks and look under everything when we adopted out her kittens.
I know the worst possible outcome, given all the circumstances, is that Hedgie gets a bit grubby before another person scoops him up and loves him like crazy as their mysterious rescue hedgehog. J found him on the street in the first place, and gave it a couple days before taking him home in case his prior human came looking. Hedgie will find a good home one way or another and be a brave little Italian hedgehog.
I miss him and I really hope he'll be at breakfast and I don't think he will be. And I'm still crying.
[In other marginally related news, my favorite jewelry in the world, my Watchring of Rassilon, came in a set of 2. The blue disappeared recently, probably in weeks of daily pocket-emptying for chiropractic appointments. I've been using the red in Italy and it stopped. The watch store I took it to told me it's not the battery, but the watch itself. I checked eBay this morning. There's only one listing, and the price has more than doubled since J bought them for me. Memento mori and all, but seriously, Universe, both on the same trip is being really hard for me.]
6: Stayed in with a migraine, then walked the town solo for 6.5 hours. (Whuh?) They did castles. I bought a lot of tourist crap and learned my watch is broken. In Italian!
7: Capri (island). Very scenic. Water very blue. Was afraid I'd lost Hedgie just before the chairlift. Hadn't. Felt creepily like I was standing in a postcard all day.
8: Massive national holiday. We escaped town to visit the Royal Palace, which has a long straight Versailles-inspired promenade the better part of a mile long. Felt elegant, napped on the grass.
9: Archaeological museum. Light walking, only halfway across town. I got a magnificently crappy watch for 3 euro, and bought 25 euro of pornographic Pompeii postcards.
10: Ischia (island). Very scenic with even more spectacular water and a castle to stand on! And shortly after we got off the ferry, I realized I didn't have Hedgie.
Hedgie is J's stuffed hedgehog, who features in most of my vacation photos. He has gone with me on every major trip I've taken since I started dating J, including the two weeks I spent in the UK. He was, to the best of my knowledge, in my pocket when I left the room for the day yesterday.
I have a dim horrible memory of thinking his neck might get warped from how tightly I snap him into my vest pocket with the head sticking out. So instead, if this recollection is correct, I stuffed him down deep in the pocket, reclining. I then remember wondering if snapping vs. not snapping the pocket would change the fit of the vest, which Hedgie always makes a bit unwieldy.
When I patted my pockets after the ferry to Ischia, my pocket was unsnapped and there was no Hedgie. I checked every pocket and bag on my person, twice. I then took deep breaths and only cried a little and got on with seeing a giant castle, because he might just be in my hotel room and there was nothing to be done just then either way.
I checked with the ferry staff at the end of the day. The guy behind the desk looked at the hand drawn picture of a stuffed animal with mangled, plaintive Italian description and immediately checked the back room, then did a lot of typing on his computer. He told me the name of the boat and wrote it down for me, and said I should check on the Naples side as well, but he didn't have it.
I checked in my room when I got home, and then with the desk staff (who recently had to find
arjache's Turtley when he went on a laundry adventure with the sheets). They're checking with the breakfast staff, and asked before taking my drawing.Everyone is being so kind. And it's a stuffed hedgehog 3.5" tall. And I'm sobbing like crazy and feel foolish about both the loss and the sadness. I keep picking things up in the room and looking under them, like the family cat used to carry around socks and look under everything when we adopted out her kittens.
I know the worst possible outcome, given all the circumstances, is that Hedgie gets a bit grubby before another person scoops him up and loves him like crazy as their mysterious rescue hedgehog. J found him on the street in the first place, and gave it a couple days before taking him home in case his prior human came looking. Hedgie will find a good home one way or another and be a brave little Italian hedgehog.
I miss him and I really hope he'll be at breakfast and I don't think he will be. And I'm still crying.
[In other marginally related news, my favorite jewelry in the world, my Watchring of Rassilon, came in a set of 2. The blue disappeared recently, probably in weeks of daily pocket-emptying for chiropractic appointments. I've been using the red in Italy and it stopped. The watch store I took it to told me it's not the battery, but the watch itself. I checked eBay this morning. There's only one listing, and the price has more than doubled since J bought them for me. Memento mori and all, but seriously, Universe, both on the same trip is being really hard for me.]
