Random Unrelated Thoughts On Three Topics

My ducks may be in a row but my thoughts are random.

Consolation Prize

In talking with a friend recently, the connectedness of knowing people wherever I go came up. I told her that it was a consolation prize for living in the same county where I grew up.

Reunion Thoughts

As I was talking with one of those people that I encountered from my past (Redwood High School), she mentioned that she never goes to class reunions because the people she is friends with are already in her life, and the rest are not, which is fine with her. I’ve often thought the same things, but I go to reunions anyway because I feel guilty if I don’t. Some people come from a very long distance hoping to reconnect with old acquaintances, and I can’t be bothered to drive 35 miles? So I bother. I did request of the reunion committee that we not have loud music so that we can have conversations at the upcoming 50th (a year away).

I don’t think spouses belong at reunions unless they went to the same school and graduated near the same year. In general, people go to reunions to reunite with old friends, not to get to know spouses. Besides, Trail Guy would probably rather have a root canal.

Lots of women go all out to look good at reunions: hair gets reblonded or ungrayed, and straightened or curled, depending on the current trends; make-up is caked on, and many wear black, thinking it makes them look thinner, when in reality it makes them look haggard.

I like the idea of being with people my age, so I can see if I am deteriorating at an appropriate rate.

One year before a class reunion, my dearest old friend from high school and I swam in the river. Instead of getting all foofed up for the party, we picked green algae out of our hair.

Dual Living

Cabin time is here. This means lots of time in the Land of No Electricity or Internet or Phones (unless one has StarLink, which this one does not).

It might also mean sporadic posts to this blog, rather than consistent 5 a.m. posts, five days a week.

Tucker will miss me.

As I prep for living in two places, not much art is getting made. Instead, I am connecting timers to sprinklers, writing up lists, making schedules, and lining out people to look after the cats and the yard, figuring out which things to leave up the hill, which I might need at home, and if there is a way to not haul too much back and forth.

So, if you comment on the blog and don’t see it appear, it is because I am not in a place where I can “approve” the comments. I’ll get to it when I return to civilization.

In conclusion, if you don’t see a blog post, it is because I didn’t post.

(Thank you, Captain Obvious!)

However, I might start putting together posts showing old paintings or drawings, maybe bloviating on various topics, books I have read, or something else I haven’t thought of yet.

See? I didn’t think I had anything to write about, and look at the length of this post.

Signing off now.

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2 Comments

  1. I think time off-grid sounds… delightful! I hope the time away is restorative and a lot of fun.

    My daughter has a sizeable collection of those little ducks; she had a teacher in middle school that would give them out as prizes. They’re quite sweet (and I like a collection of things that’s so tiny and doesn’t take up much space).

    • Elisabeth, our local bank hid them all over the lobby a year or so ago. We were allowed to keep the ones we found, and I found more than this but like you, wanted to keep possessions to a minimum. That is so funny that Belle’s teacher used them for rewards!

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