My Grandpa Koshewa loved Jeopardy. I remember watching it together, him seated on his big chair and me alongside, straddling a white vinyl ottoman just like the one pictured. Today a mid-mod fan would pay big bucks for this, but I wouldn't sell it in a million years. Nostalgia is a very powerful thing.
If you're like us, you're looking forward to a rare mid-week holiday and fun activities with family and friends, or maybe a day with zero plans, which is also a treat. We're in planning mode, getting ready to host a big cookout to celebrate four birthdays (Susan, Mom, Dad, USA) and hoping for a nice, non-humid day so we can enjoy being outside. The forecast is 90+ degrees with scattered thunderstorms, but hey, those weather people get it wrong sometimes, don't they? Either way, we'll have fun.
JAN: I'm about to share about an epic failure and my most embarrassing moment, so let's get it over with. A few years ago, we stayed in a host home during a business trip. The guest room had white carpet. My pedicure (red) needed a touch-up. I was sitting there minding my own business when the nail polish bottle suddenly flew off the table (an earthquake? a ghost?) and did a triple gainer onto the floor. In slow motion. After a brief moment of paralysis, I did what any rational adult would do. I threw a magazine over the spreading puddle to hide it. Then I locked myself in the bathroom.
My biggest disappointment this week was a watermelon. In the Grand Scheme, it could certainly be worse, especially when other purchases from the Farmer's Market lived up to their good looks. The tomatoes, cucumbers, okra and green beans were perfect. Only the watermelon let me down. It looked good on the outside, but turned out to be tasteless, watery and entirely ho-hum. That's a good life lesson. Or, as my family might say, "That'll preach." We're knee-deep in preachers (father, son, brother, sister-in-law, one cousin, three uncles) and life lessons often become sermon illustrations. This was sometimes embarrassing for me and my four younger siblings, but that's a story for another day.