I’m writing this post from the back of a US Airways Airbus on the aisle side of two of my kids who can’t remember the last time they’ve been on a flight. This has been the most stressful day of my life. I am not sure if it is the impending class reunion, the stress of bored kids in summer, or the heavy knowledge that I still have much work to be done before the month is through.
My 20th class reunion is on saturday with a tour of the school on friday. This little jaunt down memory lane promises to ignite some memories of the past. I dot remember terribly much about High School (further proof of the suckiness that is impending Alzheimers) nor have I located any photographic evidence outside of 1 photo that proves I ever attended high school or even lived in NYC for that 18 yr stretch. I am a digital ghost from 75 – 93. I suppose most of that is my fault for not wanting to be in pictures and not having the confidence that the camera could stand my face. I do remember one small bit of H.S. I remember cheating on my girlfriend with Anna Maria Stanomir (sorry for the public bust out). I even remember why: My girlfriend publicly revealed she’d been writing love poems to some dude she hooked up with out of country pre-us. Man that ticked me off. One or both of those ladies will be there, but that isn’t what worries me. Not remembering people and having nothing to talk with people about is what worries me. I get the concept of class reunions, but what I don’t get are the expectations. What do we all still have in common after 20 yrs? Those of us who remained connected don’t really need a reunion to connect and those of us who haven’t may not understand how to navigate our way back towards anything resembling the friendships that locked us together for 4 meaningful years in the late 80’s to early 90’s.
My kids are coming up in the 10’s and may not make it to high school if they continue the cooped up bickering and screaming that defined last summer and is beginning to define this summer. At 109 degrees in AZ, we are bound to feel a bit cooped, but add in the conflict of Minecraft where all they want to do is digitally play out the ‘who has more stuff’ game and it promises to be a long and stress-filled summer.
Adding to that stress is the knowledge that there is work to be done and no real schedule to complete that work. I think I don’t want to think about that at least until this weekend vacation is over. Then when I get back from the city I can give my attention to my job and develop a workable schedule to get the tasks done. At least I want to get working hard. That is a change from a few weeks ago.
Some Thoughts:
1. I get wanting an iPad you can slip away easily, but I don’t get the heavy price tag for the iPad mini.
2. Speaking of heavy price tags, US Air charges you for everything. A blanket costs money, food costs money, and they spend the first 20 minutes of the flight trying to get you to invest in a credit card.
3. The (2?) year old girl across from me has dragged her mom to the bathroom three times and we took off a half hour ago. At this rate mom is going to run out of diapers or smack her kid. I’m betting on the smack.
4. Was able to catch the end of the Heat-Spurs game at the airport. The Spurs continue to look impressive. I still say MIA in 7.
The problem with a daily blog is that sometimes you have a lot to say and sometimes you dont.