Thanks for all the love for the anniversary piece and my ornament SAL. I appreciate your stopping by and leaving comments.
This weekend, I'm in the midst of my 25th college reunion. I can't believe I've been out of college for more years than I was old when I graduated. Where does the time go? Yesterday, someone asked me if I were in the class of 1968. I was feeling pretty horrible until another classmate of mine got asked the same thing. I think they just want to think of themselves as 20 years younger than they are. Who doesn't?! Whenever I'm on campus--which is more often since I'm only five miles away--I think I am seeing people I know, but I am really seeing people I remember from 25 years ago projected on the current students. In 20 years' time, I'll probably be asking the '08 reuners if they are class of 1988.
Anyway, I feel badly for my friends who are staying in the (unairconditioned) dorms. It's 90' here with matching humidity. Since it feels like summer, I thought I might stitch some mermaids.
June 1-8 Off the Deep End
June 9-15 Ornament SAL
June 16-22 Emerald Mermaid
June 23-30 Teresa Layman, Mermaid
Of course, this optimistic list makes it seem like 1) I am not attending my 25th college reunion this weekend and 2) I'm not working all day at a library fundraiser and going to a volunteer appreciation picnic for my other volunteer gig the following weekend and 3) I didn't just join the library's cookbook club. I guess the short version is: I've made a schedule, but don't expect too much.
Last month, I was sort of derailed from even planning my stitching. I had the cough from hell. It's amazing how long ago that seems now. (Whereas 25 years ago? Seems like yesterday.*) And how even when you are dying from some minor illness, it's all forgotten when your good health returns.
You know how they say when you go to reunions the women look the same, but the men look bad because they are bald? The Haverfordians must have some good genes because while most of them are very "distinguished" (gray), they've kept their hair. Many of them have even kept their figures. One guy, I swear, has a portrait aging in his attic. But the women all do look just the same...minus the 80s hair. And let's all say a quick prayer of thanks for that.
*Isn't that a sign of dementia? ;)