This week has already been "something else" and there are more events on their way.
Saturday, we went to do some shopping for a trip I am taking this week, and when I returned home, I could feel something different on my ring finger. Lo and behold, my diamond had fallen out of my engagement ring. I have had that ring for 26 years. I don't know what in the world I will do. The monetary loss doesn't bother me, but Michael picked out this ring for me--I think today the thing to do is for the bride-to-be to pick out what she wants. But mine meant so much because he picked it out. My finger is so much fatter than when we were married, I don't know if I can get the ring off without having it cut, but I have to do something because the prongs are pointed and sharp. The Lord will show me what to do.
Virginia has started working. I have mixed feelings, and they are working her very hard. She has had a recurring UTI and we are going to have to address it with a specialist, I think. I am grateful for having access to the doctor.
Friday, I will be going to see a half-brother who just learned of my existence this year. I can't believe how marvelous this is. His daughter, my niece, has treated me like she has known me all her life.
It has been a very different summer.