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Yay, Yay, it’s Saturday…

Right?

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Monday Musings about My Class Reunion…

Saturday night was my (mumbling year) high school class reunion.  It was held at a lovely venue in the western suburbs of Chicago, with an open bar and appetizers.  There was also a wedding reception at the same location.  One of the bridesmaids asked me in the ladies room if I was there for the reunion.  I said yes and she said, oh, is it your 20th?  Ah, sweet, adorable, obviously alcohol-impaired young lady!

I dragged hubby along with me and he knows no one I went to school with because I met him after college, but he was a great sport.  We had such fun talking to my friend Gloria and her hubby, David, who made the trip in from Florida.  I swear Gloria looks just like she did in high school.  Bitch.  No, no, just kidding.  She is just as lovely as ever and I’m sure it’s not her fault that she hasn’t aged a bit!  Also talked with Terry and his wife, Jan, who came in from Iowa.  I’ve known him since we were in sixth grade — about age 12 in the U.S. — and had seen them ten years ago at the last reunion I attended.

Then there was Al, another Terry, Mike, John and his wife Mary, Maureen and Ina and her husband, Gary.  Ina is the only person I actually knew only from high school.  We were in the same Russian class.  Yes, I took Russian for four years in high school.  I can’t say that I’ve ever used it since, but I’m always excited when I can read some of the alphabet, like on the Russian teams’ Olympic uniforms, haha.

There was a band who played just a little too loudly, but apparently it was a group of guys from high school who’ve gotten back together and are playing some local venues.  They were actually quite good although not many people were dancing.  We were too busy catching up on all those years apart.  But my absolute favorite part of the evening was when someone told me she used to have her hair dyed platinum, like mine!  Made my night 🙂

The Visit…

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Sorry I haven’t been around much.  We’ve been in Virginia Beach visiting my sister and brother-in-law and their two adorable sister dogs, S’more and Cocoa.  They are Cavalons, part King Charles Cavalier Spaniels and part Papillon.  Aren’t they the cutest?

My sis said the vet wanted the girls to lose weight, if you can believe it, so she takes them on daily walks.  Cocoa has lost a pound and S’more lost two.  I’ve been going along in hopes that dragging me around the subdivision will knock off a pound or two on me!

 

Yay, Yay, it’s Saturday…

Right?

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Dreaming…


Last night I dreamt a dream I’ve had several times before in different variations.  I’m going back to school, usually college, because I found I’m one class short of graduating.  This time I was in high school and I’d had to go back so that my college degree was valid, because I was one credit short in high school.  Dreams never make much sense, at least mine.  It was pretty vivid as I remember it was English class I was taking and the teacher asked me what class I was missing and when I told her, she nodded sagely and said, “Ah, yes, Latin.”  Which doesn’t make a bit of sense why I would be in English class, especially since I’ve never taken one single Latin class in my life!

I remember feeling like I hadn’t studied enough, my paper wasn’t complete, I couldn’t do the test, everyone around me was finishing and when papers were handed back — poof, that’s it.  Now the weird thing is, I have a high school diploma.  I have a college degree.  That all happened a long, long time ago.  I do have a high school class reunion coming up next month so do you think I’m stressing about that? I don’t feel like I am.  Yes, I’m older and heavier and grayer than I was in high school, but, geez, who isn’t in my class?  I mean, we’re all the same age!   I went to a really large high school with a graduating class of about 1200.  My maiden name began with Z-Y, so you can imagine I was at the end of the line.  My poor parents sat through graduation four times with us kids.  Everyone did clap and cheer and throw their hats in the air when I finally walked across the stage, though! 😉

My thoughts about these dreams has been that somehow I feel like a fraud, like I don’t really have the degrees I say I do.  Or could it be I’m anxious about something in life right now?  I’m thinking of getting a book about analyzing dreams but if anyone has any suggestions or ideas about my dreams, please let me know.  I did just hear something on the news about people who dream being less likely to suffer from Alzheimer’s disease, so there’s a plus!