They don't have 'rummage sales,' or church or school 'bazaars' here - they have 'jumble sales.' Even tho the idea is the same there's something about the word 'jumble' I find enticing. Somehow I have this feeling I would be more apt to find a hidden gem at a jumble sale than at a yard sale or a church bazaar.
What brought that to mind is thinking how my day has been jumbled: there was the usual - menu, grocery list, grocery store. There was the practical: phone calls, appointments, prescription refills. There was the mundane: dishes and housework and meals.
Then there was the out-of-the-ordinary.
A cousin and her husband are celebrating their golden wedding anniversary this month. Fifty years. True, they were only 20 when they got married, but - I REMEMBER that wedding! I consider them to be of my generation. Oh sure, a little older than I am, but the generational span is more than big enough to accommodate the difference between my age and theirs.
I found a nice card today, but it seems so inadequate. My cousin's husband was Himself's best man at our wedding in 2004. And until my children reached the age of majority, my cousins were the designated guardians if anything had happened to the ex and me.
And more of the not-the-typical-day: I have an appointment with a cardiologist. Doogie thinks it's time to run some tests, but the specialist has to do an assessment. If s/he agrees, then it's stuff like the treadmill stress-test. I don't want to think about it. I can get out of breath crossing a room. Well, not quite, but ...not good.
We'll talk about it another time.
With that, it's goodnight, Sparklers, wherever you are!