CaDiva and I are scheduled to see the oncologist tomorrow. Have I mentioned that her Non-Hodgkin Folicular Lymphoma flared up? Well, it did. We named this one Murgatroyd. We are going tomorrow to ensure he is a friendless, only child, doomed to a swift radioactive melt-down.
On the other hand, HRH texted me a picture of a bicycle she found for me. It is an actual "girl's" bike. Which means I wouldn't have to get these creaky old hips to swing a leg over the back of a bicycle seat. Of course we haven't discussed getting this slightly lowered, definitely enriched, backside onto that seat.
Tonight we went to meet with an officiant. That is what you apparently call the person who performs your wedding when you aren't a church member and don't know a justice of the peace. In any case, we liked her a great deal. We visited with her for almost 90 minutes just so she could get an idea of what our wedding ceremony would include. We came back with homework. She gave us a book designed to help you plan your wedding. The worksheets help us tick off parts of the wedding ceremony and select a style. We will send that to her and she will begin writing a ceremony unique to CaDiva and I.
So, radiation treatment, writing wedding ceremony, Ragbrai, clean and organize house for company, and wedding. Yeppers, this is going to be one hellacious summer.
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