One of my favorite authors, A.A. Milne once wrote: "So perhaps the best thing to do is...get on with the book." I'm quite sure that he was much younger then, than I am now, so I'm taking his advice and getting on with things. I've put them off much too long. Please consider this Volume II of good old "THS MRS REVISITED." You'll notice fairly quickly that you three girls have the starring roles since we're covering the first 3 1/2 years of our version of "His, Hers and Ours." None of us had yet met Michael.
As before, I put this project off for a good number of months. There was no reason, good or bad. I just wasn't in the mood. Or, perhaps, I've been too busy. It isn't as easy as you think being retired. Especially at Grandview Terrace. We have obligations. Three or four pages of them every week. They range from "Balance Fitness" to "Mah Jongg," from "Social Bridge" to "Lecture Series--Archeology," and, the piece de resistance: "Wine and Cheese" in the Lobby at 3:00 p.m. And that's just today...
Some months ago, out of the clear blue another high school classmate of mine died. We were a small class and a disconcerting number of us are dropping over. I read her obituary--it was quite good and I had momentary thoughts of asking you all to write one just like it when it's my turn, but our school was small. Someone would realize we'd copied. However, it reminded me that life is fleeting and even though I scored 30 for 30 on my Grandview Terrace cognition test, and participate in Yoga twice a week, these brain cells won't last forever.
This writing project, once again, has forced me to look back and remember this event and that afternoon and how much I smoked in the car when you all were little. I'm often horrified and embarrassed and sometimes wish for another crack at it, but we simply are what (or who) we are. Most of us try to be the best we can manage at any given moment and that's really as good as it gets. You might think about pouring a little glass of wine (ice cubes optional), pick up this little book, thumb through, and remember how blessed we were.
September 10, 2019
As before, I put this project off for a good number of months. There was no reason, good or bad. I just wasn't in the mood. Or, perhaps, I've been too busy. It isn't as easy as you think being retired. Especially at Grandview Terrace. We have obligations. Three or four pages of them every week. They range from "Balance Fitness" to "Mah Jongg," from "Social Bridge" to "Lecture Series--Archeology," and, the piece de resistance: "Wine and Cheese" in the Lobby at 3:00 p.m. And that's just today...
Some months ago, out of the clear blue another high school classmate of mine died. We were a small class and a disconcerting number of us are dropping over. I read her obituary--it was quite good and I had momentary thoughts of asking you all to write one just like it when it's my turn, but our school was small. Someone would realize we'd copied. However, it reminded me that life is fleeting and even though I scored 30 for 30 on my Grandview Terrace cognition test, and participate in Yoga twice a week, these brain cells won't last forever.
This writing project, once again, has forced me to look back and remember this event and that afternoon and how much I smoked in the car when you all were little. I'm often horrified and embarrassed and sometimes wish for another crack at it, but we simply are what (or who) we are. Most of us try to be the best we can manage at any given moment and that's really as good as it gets. You might think about pouring a little glass of wine (ice cubes optional), pick up this little book, thumb through, and remember how blessed we were.
Our First Easter
September 10, 2019
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