September 20, 2011

• Fall – Where Are You???

  (Squeezed into this post are pictures from my high school’s 40th Class Reunion, a few weeks ago.)

                                            
                                                 (As each person arrived, a picture was taken.)

  So, back to the topic of fall . . .

  I have been trying to exercise patience, regarding the arrival of fall.

  I admit, my patience is wearing thin!   

  We had a tease of fall weather last week, but today we reached the low 90s again!  

  I ended school early, today, and Jesse took us to lunch (McDonald’s) and grocery shopping.  It was good to be out of the house, but I have to admit – my 3/4 length t-shirt made me too hot.  After shopping, my neck was drenched in perspiration.  I was grateful for the a/c in the Suburban! 

  I still haven’t received word about the results of my MRI, done last Wednesday.  I guess if the results were something really serious, I would have heard from someone sooner.  I called today and a recording said the doctor’s office was closed.  ? ? ?  I can’t imagine why.   

                             
                                        Valerie is wearing black & white. We met in Jr. High.
                                            We’ve remained close ever since we graduated.
                                                     Barbara is standing.  We met in H.S.
                                               Babara is battling cancer, multiple myeloma.
                                                         Please pray for her comfort.

  I continue to lug around my 92 million pound walking cast.  I’m wearing my thrift store shoes (well . . .  “shoe”!!) on my left foot and the cast on the right!  I guess the two pairs of $4.00 thrift store shoes has turned into a wise investment!  And I bought wisely, too, a black pair and a brown pair with 1.5″ heels. 

  My foot bothered me more today than it has in a long while.  I didn’t do anything particularly strenuous, but I have had a shooting pain that runs across the base of my toes and a bit of a pain on the outside of my ankle.  I came home and laid down for a while with my foot up.

  I’d like to say it’s old age and the aches & pains are because a cold front is getting ready to blow into Oklahoma, but I would be a liar!  Something isn’t right and it’s still tender.

  As you can see, I finally edited a few more pictures from my class reunion.  If I don’t post them soon, another ten or twenty years will fly by and everyone will look older . . . AGAIN!!!

                               
                                                                      Same people in a less comical photo.

  I really can’t remember what I wrote in the past blogs about the H.S. reunion, but one thing I noticed . . .

  There isn’t a distinction, like there once was, between the beautiful people, or the nicest dressed, or the most talented, OR the “most likely to succeed.”  There was a sort of “level playing field” at this reunion.  All of us had to squint to see the high school yearbook’s senior picture on our name tags (to find out who we “used to be”!!  LOL!!!) and many had to pull reading glasses out to see better!    

  Even when asked how to pronounce our new last names, many people also cupped their hand behind their ear and leaned closer to say, “What?  I’m sorry!  The music is so loud, I can’t hear a thing!  Isn’t this music awful?  It’s SO LOUD!!!!!!!!!!!”

  Yep!  That is the 58 year old version of us!  

                                   
                             The gal with the blue blouse was one of the 2 ladies who planned this event.
                         Lee and Carin keep the group together and, somehow, know how to find most of us!

  Yes, we were all the same age.  All the same age and in one room.

  It took a while for the fact we were all 58 (or close to it) to sink in. 

  One guy I talked with said, “Well, let’s see . . . you were born in 1953, so that would mean . . . “  his voice trailed off in my brain as I wondered, “Now, how in the world does he know what year I was born?  I can’t believe he remembers the year I was born!!!”   

  Then, the fact dawned on me (once more), “Oh yeah!  Everyone in this room was born in 1953.  We’re *ALL* 58 years old!”

                                    
                                                     I don’t think I met Linda until my senior year. 
                                                             We were in drama classes together.

  True, I’m a bit slow and, more likely than not, everyone else wasn’t as slow to process the fact: we have all become our parents! 

  Even worse, we are our parents’ ages – RIGHT BEFORE THEY RETIRED!!!!!!!!!  

                                
                                                 I believe Ralph and I were in drama all 4 years.
                                      He was the one that really nudged me into going to this reunion.
                                           I told him repeatedly, “Thanks for making me go to this!”

  I’m still stumbling along with my “r” less keyboard.  Jesse has ordered a new one, and I AM patiently waiting for it to arrive.  Yes, I *am* being patient about the keyboard!  I’m just getting antsy for fall. 

              
                                                          This is my favorite picture.
                                            Me, with my two closest friends from high school. 
                                      Valerie (blk/wht dress) and Janell (black & white stripes)
                        Janell and I sat together in Freshman English and she taught me how to draw!

  Last night, I went to a great party hosted by the C.O.C. church group (the church I usually go to on Wed. nights).

  It was a “Ladies Night Out” party, and we were supposed to wear pink.  Many of the younger girls don’t dress in pink (not a problem for me!!!) and they came up with “creative” costumes/attire.  The girl who won “the most pink award even had on a shocking pink wig with a pink flower pinned in it.  TOO CUTE!!!! 

  We played a terrific party game – an ice breaker game to get to know each other better.  The hostess passed around a large container of pink colored candies with a scoop.  She gave us a paper cup and said, “Take as much as you want, but at least take one piece.” 

  After we had our candy (I had 31 pieces!!!), we were asked to tell something about ourselves for each piece of candy we had taken. 

  Me, being the talker I am, didn’t have a problem plopping my candy back in the cup with a short fact about myself.    

  Some of the stories were hilarious.  We all laughed so hard and I think everyone had a really good time.  I don’t usually go to things with groups of women, but I thoroughly enjoyed myself at this one.  AND . . . I got to sit next to one of my favorite people — Emily! 

  I will end this here, as I am constantly having to double back to hit the keys that my clackety clack fingers are failing to hit!

  Be Blessed  ~

   

   
  

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