I guess it is time to update this blog.  It has been staring at me for too long, as it comes up as my home page when I start the internet program.

I did go to my reunion and I had a wonderful time.  The strangest thing was that most of my classmates appeared to me as strangers, until I heard them speak.  The faces have changed, to varying degrees, by age and life-experiences.  But the voices where still distinctive. 

I just didn't have enough time to sit and talk with some of them.  We each were like moths, flickering from person to person, sharing the basics.  I would have loved to have had the chance to have 2 hours with each of them, to ask things like:

• What do you feel are the greatest things you have learned as an adult?
• What are your greatest joys of the past 30 years?
• What are your greatest sorrows?
• If you could change one thing in the past 30 years, what would it be?

I could just write a book----if I didn't have things to do like manage a household and love a family and teach my children.  Okay, I am back on earth now.

One sad thing about the reunion was that there were some people I really wanted to see who didn't come.  I do know how to contact my friend Janet, when I have time.  I just don't have time right now to re-establish a friendship.  But it is comforting to know that if and when that time comes, I (at least) have an email address.  Another friend is lost to me.  Brenda remarried after a divorce.  I knew her new married name.  But from there it gets complicated.  Her new husband had been raised by his mom and a step-dad.  He was raised with his step-dad's last name.  Then his bio-dad contacts him and they reconcile.  So then Brenda's husband changes his last name back to his name at birth.  I had this new name written down.  But sometime over the course of three moves, I just lost it.  And the school buddy we had in common, Mary, who might know this name, is not speaking to me.  I don't know why; I don't know what I did that might have offended Mary.  But she won't respond to emails and I have stopped trying.  If Mary ever wants to contact me, she knows where I am. 

Life is truly bittersweet, isn't it?