Every now and then I wake up in a cold sweat remembering this day.
Studly Doright and I just returned from a trip to Gruene, Texas, for a reunion of the Floydada High School class of 1975.
Always on the lookout for bloggable material, I had the marvelous idea of posting photos of myself on a variety of stops en route to Texas from Tallahassee.
Unfortunately, I quickly forgot all about the idea after the second stop. I might’ve been sidetracked by the quotes on the booths.
Notice I was incredibly proud of my toenails. They’d been painted green to commemmorate Floydada’s team colors.
Due to heavy rains and cooler temperatures in Gruene, Texas, not a single person got to see my toes at the event. Their loss, right?
The reunion was incredible, though, even without my toes on display.
remember when youth
defined our relationships?
who kissed whom, when, why?
remember when life
seemed suspended in bubbles
of the possible?
remember when love
was everywhere, yet nowhere
for all, even you?
remember when fate
was always to be tempted?
softly tangled memories,
joy amid regrets.
underneath crinkles remain
life’s anchors, steadfast.
When I graduated from high school in 1975 I weighed a whopping 115 lbs. At 5’8″ I was one skinny chick. I was also fairly shy and unassuming.
Forty years later I’m proud to say, I’m still 5’8″ tall. Yep, I’m pretty proud of that. Plus I can still wear the same earrings that fit me back then, not to brag or anything.
On a day to day basis I don’t give my weight much thought, but in late October the group of people I went to school with in Floydada, Texas, is having its 40 year reunion. I’m pretty sure I can’t get down to 110 (or 120 or 130 or…), but it’d be nice to lose 10 pounds or so.
I probably should start working on that right away. Or maybe I’ll have another slice of pizza.
Oh, I’m not that shy and unassuming anymore either.
Truly my bags are packed. I’m off to Texas tomorrow for a Doright family reunion.
Positives (in no particular order):
- Seeing my children and grandchildren. Hugging will happen.
- Hanging out with Saint Helen. 🙂
- Visiting with the Doright clan, especially Studly’s sisters and his brother.
- Saint Helen’s cooking. Yummmmmm!
- The Doright Family Auction–always a hoot.
- Getting to see my Aunt Nedra and Uncle Richard.
- Touching base with old friends.
- Eating Tex-Mex food.
- Getting up at 4 a.m. To make my flight. Ugh!
- That’s it. No more negatives. Going to bed now.
Peter, Paul, and Mary: Leaving on a Jet Plane. This song always makes me cry.