Well. I survived the holiday weekend AND my fifteen year high school reunion. And now it’s Monday, again.
The reunion was fun. And surreal. (It is possible for something to be both of those things, right?) I went with my friend Atiya, who was Miss Sophomore in 1986, so of course everyone recognized her. Not so much me, but that’s okay. I saw my homeroom teacher, who I saw just about every school day for three years, and he didn’t remember me. Neither did my chemistry teacher. Which just proves my theory that I was really just not all that memorable in high school, that in fact my efforts to remain completely unnoticed were successful.
But it was fun to see a lot of folks I haven’t seen for years, and find out what everyone is doing now. It’s amazing to me that fifteen years have passed since my senior year of high school. And that TEN years this month have passed since I graduated from Carolina. Ten years! Ten! Ten-years!
(I am obsessed with Grosse Pointe Blank lately. Can you tell?)
This week I finish up with my class, fly to Florida for a quick work trip and then come back and collapse. No, wait. I can’t collapse: I have to start thinking about Christmas. Yikes! My husband told me that on Thanksgiving night he was watching the late news, and there were people lined up to shop at local malls, which were opening their doors at midnight. Now, really. Who shops at midnight? I can’t even stay up that late at my freaking reunion, I was yawning as I was talking to people. Shopping takes MUCH more concentration, doesn’t it? My husband joked that he was going to go out and leave me a note: “Gone shopping.” So when I woke up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water, or whatever, I’d be sure to think he’d gone completely mental. Honestly.
This year, I am determined to watch the Charlie Brown Christmas special (Tuesday, 8pm on CBS, I believe) and take the lesson of it to heart. I make this pledge every year, but really, this time I mean it. I don’t want it to be about money or gifts. I’m going to get to see my adorable nephew for the first time in a year, and all I want to do is be with my family and be grateful for each and every one of them. I mean, of course there will be *some* shopping. But I want to try and keep it in perspective. That’s what all this nostalgia of this weekend, and this month, have done to me. Time passes so quickly: too quickly, sometimes. I just want to slow it down and appreciate it. Even if it’s just for a little while.
have a good day everyone!