Call It What You Want...

It's a day for random thoughts, so here they are...

You can't go home again. But it's nice to stop in for a visit. Last weekend was my college homecoming and 10-year reunion. It was nice to see people I haven't seen in years. There weren't a lot, but those who were there, it was good to see. It was quite funny to see this little knot of sorority sisters (including me) sitting at a table at the local [this is about the best website ever] (using my brother's British sense of the word), pulling out pictures of our kids and talking about immunizations. The guys had hangovers from partying the night before -- some things never change. But everyone was nice and friendly and acted like they were happy to see everyone else. Back on campus, we had a class photo taken by the tree planted in memory of a classmate (and sorority sister). Hard to believe that tree is that big... Then it was off to see campus. At the DDD suite, they pulled out the photo album from my freshman year. Lovely. At the theatre, there was a photo album out that chronicled my four years. It was fun to point out myself (I'm so vain) in the few pictures I was in, and remember some great shows and interesting people. It was fun seeing different people, and it was nice to find at least one who lives nearby. (Can you say playdates?)

Accomplishment is a nice thing. Sometimes I set out to "fix" things and end up destroying them instead. Tim is always very understanding when I break something instead of repairing it. But I think I had success today with a minimum of destruction when I pulled the bike stroller out and put it back together and got it all attached to the bike and gave Mark a little ride up the block and back. Success. Whew.

Walking. A week ago the kid couldn't walk by himself. Today, while Tim and I were finishing our supper, he was doing laps around the dining room table. Giggling with glee. Carrying a block (for balance, I'm sure).

Visiting Grandma. Yesterday Mark and I went to Kokomo to get his birthday pictures (very cute, very cute), and we surprised Grandma by stopping by to see her. "I wasn't looking for you to come today," she said. Which is good; gotta keep the "old bird" on her toes. Left off a couple pictures for her and one for Aunt Betty, of course. Got caught up on all the news. She saw so-and-so, so-and-so else had surgery, someone else is feeling better, someone's moving back to the U.S. (and no, Aunt Jeannie isn't doing a happy dance for that... no, she is after all)... All the while Mark wanders around the house, checking all the rooms out. He has such fun.

good grammar. My mom did a happy dance and she didn't know why the other day when I picked up a friend's prescription and said, "I am not she; should I still sign here?"