In a recent blog comment someone suggested I mark Friday the 25th with some kind of celebration. I thought it might be fun to take the ferry to the San Juan Islands, have a wonderful dinner and stay overnight in a B&B, coming home on Saturday.
I suggested this to my husband Art last night. I thought he'd say, "Whatever you want". But instead, he raised his eyebrows and look baffled. "Why?" he asked me.
"This is such a big deal after all these years of working," I said, without recalling until I finished my sentence that he retired on April 28 after over 40 years in the workforce and we had no such celebration.
Art was silent for a moment. I figured he was thinking about how to celebrate. Then he said, grinning, "We could put the flag out."
The flag. Memorial Day and Labor Day and July 4 our flag waves from its stand outside our bedroom window.
We stood in the kitchen with our arms around each other and laughed. And laughed some more.
Am I taking myself too seriously or what?