We had our big rummage sale today. It was pretty much a downpour all day, but we still managed to move $70.00 worth of stuff. It helped that a couple of big ticket items--including a bicycle--sold. Despite being wrapped in cling wrap, our signs melted. I had to replace them with ones that we put packing tape over, so I kind of spent the day in a weird loop. Picking up signs. Replacing signs. Rinse, repeat.
Given how cold and miserable it was, we thought that we might have had an even better day, had the weather decided to cooperate. So Lisa and Shawn decided that since they had everything so nicely set up in Lisa's garage, they might as well just leave it there and try again in the morning tomorrow. My feeling is, why not? $70 is more than I was expecting to make, but if we could get it a little closer to $100 that feels like a nice donation. 100% of the proceeds for this rummage sale is going towards funding Mason's Wind Energy Team's trip to Anaheim. (They leave Tuesday!) They made enough to book tickets and cover much of hotel, but not quite enough.... also currently they have no funds to cover food for all 8 kids for the three days they're gone. Any money we make (or that you donate: https://www.gofundme.com/help-send-us-
Otherwise, my mood has been.... feeling my mortality. I suppose that's not a mood, but it's definitely something that's been on my mind lately. After Mark died, I've been working hard to stay in touch with his partner Joe. It's not terribly hard. He's on my mind a lot. So it's more that I have to remind myself to go ahead and text Joe when I'm thinking about him. In fact, we text/chatted a bit today, because he'd been thinking about bringing over some donations to the sale, if the weather had been a little less gross.
I can only imagine how lonely he must be. It's not hard to think about "what if...?" And, life without Shawn is.... UNTHINKABLE. And, I would have Mason to share my grief. Joe has only friends and relatives like me.
Then, today, by chance I discovered that a Facebook acquaintance lost her husband, unexpectedly, a few days ago. He seems to have died in his sleep, probably from a heart attack. I was floored. This is not someone I know terribly well. We only friended each other several months ago, after hanging out on Google with a mutual friend who had moved out of town. I thought she was cool, and so I followed her, like you do. And now... this.
It's like this "what if...?" is stalking me, circling closer.