Well, it is finally happening - the ten-year high school reunion. I got the invitation for August. I can’t believe it’s been that long! The cool thing is that it’s spawning a slew of emails to and from old friends, and that part has me giddy. It also caused me to log in to Friendster for the first time in a long time, to add some folks so I can keep track of them. I discovered that I can plug the RSS feed of my blog into my profile. Sweeeet. I love geeky moments of revelation like that.
I’m trying not to think too hard about whether I’ve been a success in the past ten years. I know I’ve done some interesting and worthwhile things. It is funny, though, how all those crazy insecurities of all the incredibly stupid things you said and did in high school get dredged up by something like this. At least now I’m wise enough to know that everyone else has realized they did and said tons of stupid things too! It is great to hear from so many old friends, and to hear how happy they are. They have scattered to the winds. I suddenly know a ton of people in LA. And to think I’ve been considering uprooting and moving to California … how funny is that?
Steve got back on Sunday from a week tour with his students. I missed him. But I have to say, I sleep better when he isn’t around. Isn’t that horrible? I can only hope that someday a king sized bed will help. I think the basic problem is that I grew up in a queen-sized bed, and now I share the same bed with a six-foot, 240-pound space heater …
Flower…. I did not go to my ten year reunion. I later heard that it was filled with snotty parading around trying to show off what a success people were. It is probably worth going to just to see your true friends. If you get bored you all can take a hike and do something interesting. Houston is good that way. Is there any news when Stratford will be re-opened? xx Mom
mom
March 23rd, 2005
Hey Kat -
Good to hear all is well. I can sympathize with your plight regarding sleeping, but rest assured that it can’t be worse than sharing bedspace with a 5′, 100 pound thresher… her unerring accuracy at hitting me in the forehead in her sleep has become a running joke in our household.
Jason D.
March 24th, 2005
at least she has good aim … a little lower and “blinded by love” takes on a whole new meaning.
kat
March 25th, 2005
Ha ha ha! I have to admit, I am the bad bedfellow in this relationship. Billy calls me the “human furnace.” And I’m a perpetual snuggler. Add to that accidental scratches in the wee hours of the night and slumbering with me is a risky undertaking.
Ginger
March 29th, 2005