"How are you doing?" a man eagerly asked me last night, as I bought yet another four gallons of milk at the country grocery store and gas station.
"Fine, and you?" I routinely replied. I just thought he was being friendly, this is the South after all. We chat up everyone.
"1992," he chirped.
I stared uncomprehendingly.
He explained he'd been a student where I'd been the media specialist years ago, "You remember the good ones," he explained to me and CW who wasn't even born 20 years ago.
Unreal. 20 years ago? I had curly, very dark hair, now I'm a bottle blonde, and very banged up by life events. I was Sarah's age back then, only 37 years old.
"Who remembers librarians?" CW muttered on the way out. "Get a life dude."
I dunno Honey, the loud, goofy ones make an impression maybe? More'n a few of them are now my friends on Facebook, all of 'em very grown now, parents and successful members of society, kids I'd really liked back then and still do today.
I'd allowed Tabby to attend another Vacation Bible School event last night at her friend's church, she's asking to go tonight as well.
I've been babying Allen through his torn muscle, weight-lifting disaster, very impressed that he'd not said a word to his boss about it, not wanting to be sent home, this is only a five week job opportunity, and he wants to make the most of it. I've expressed my pride in him every single morning.
Huffpost Money section, so much to learn, so little time, had some interesting stories about folks living without money or totally off the financial grid when it comes to banking services, stories I find compelling, as our society that so dumbly over extended itself on credit is now paying the price via The Great Recession. I just think it's more than money, using it or not, having it or not, and the emphasis should be on personal responsibility, and even conservatism when it comes to finances.
The deeper implications involve our group insecurities that must be so profound that we keep thinking the coolest, most expensive fashion fad will make us the next It Girl? Or that folks will flock after us if only we have an Escalade?
So contrarily, will folks leave me alone since I accidentally took a vow of poverty when adopting so many kids?
Rich in family, poor in material goods?
My living room furnishings are uglier than homemade sin, but fully functional, bought at Goodwill and yard sales, which is good enough for me right now at this time in m life.
I'm blithely uninterested in reading about the excesses of rich folks, rather I'm glued to the stories of those living with very little.
Sarah and I discuss these theories at length, fascinated by the ramifications of every penny spent, invested, saved or lost.
Yolie and I discuss adoption issues, my right brain, left brain daughters, two very individual, unique, opposite, and super intelligent women who've blessed me so much over the years.
I acted up at church last night, copying Sarah's move as if we were six year olds, but I do love to crack her up.
Right now I'm wishing all y'all up in Duluth Minnesota, where flooding is occurring...can't ya just pull the plug outta the drain and let it flow down here? We're dry as a bone. Lily picked a couple of tomatoes for me, the Roma ones that again showed signs of blight, greatly distressing me. That's not due to a lack of rain, but some other garden issues are so terribly dependent on water. Duh.
And oh my goodness, do I miss Jack and Grandma, or what? Karen is photodocumenting the trip, I jump to Facebook to see what she's posted, here's Jack and her grandson, Owen, on the Yukon Train up in Alaska.
And Shatter, Jack's dog is truly missing his buddy, attaching itself yesterday to Hazel's doll as a poor substitute for Jack.