Rah Rah Rah!!!

Here I am again.  In my part of the world, Central Virginia, today was the first day of school. In my grandson's part of the world, the stars at night are big and bright, clap clap clap clap, deep in the heart of Georgia. Oh wait - that's Texas.  That's another part of the world, so I hear.  I was there once, visiting people I love.  They're still there.  I know Texas is a very large state, but who really lives there, other than the ones I love?  It's flat and windy and flat.  I'm from Appalachia.  You know, with mountains and green stuff - rhododendron and dogwood trees and such.   It would be difficult for me to live in Texas.  Plus, I can't wear cowgirl boots.  They all have leather soles and leather soles make, ahem, mature women slip, slide, and fall.  Trust my experience on this one.  Some mature women who write goofball stuff should wear saddle oxfords the rest of their lives.  I wore those for years and years - like from 1st grade to 12th grade. I reckon I couldn't walk back then, either.  Speaking of schools, the huzbin and I went back to our native Appalachia to attend my high school reunion.  I graduated 15 years ago and I must say, everyone still looks stunning.  And they all still have some sense. Well, most of them.  Sandy and I were classmates since 2nd grade.  Kai and I used to sit in Mr. Jackson's geometry class and act silly and laugh a lot and maybe or maybe not work on geometry.  Jerry was and is the village idiot, but he cannot help that - he was born that way. My high school reunion is a bit different than most.  It is always an all school reunion and because the school no longer exists (my home town enjoys tearing down older buildings like a 4 year old destroys his Lego towers) all those who graduated are quite loyal to the reunion.  There are precious artifacts like the school mascot and 73 yearbooks to peruse; sports celebrities to worship - even at this stage of life, they're still great; the marching band - never mind the fact that the last graduating class was in 1989, this band is still fantastic.  The school song must be sung!  The majorettes must perform (yeah, there are some very brave women out there) no matter their ages!  And the rally cry must be called!!!  It turns over 1,000 people into 16 year olds again.  Well, that and some alcohol.  You can be anything with a third vodka tonic in your hand.  We talked and talked and talked to many people we won't see until the next reunion.  And, sadly, some of them may not be there.  Yep, life is turning that corner.   It's a good thing to cherish and respect the good relationships we have.  I don't need to tell you that.  You learned that a long time ago.  

What a Loser

Yep.  Loser.  That's me and I'm down with it.  I looked on my blogger dashboard and saw the last time I posted was April.  That was in the springtime - when all vegetation was greening, the flowers and trees were blossoming, the butterflies were caterpillaring, the birds were egging, the pools were opening, and on and on.  And now it's August.  So what happened to time?  I think I've mentioned about 10,000 times that I'm now in adult hell.  I'm continuing to mother my mother.  She has been moved from assisted living to skilled nursing care.  I met with her care team a few weeks ago after they very correctly assessed her needs. And they have graciously let me know I'm on that team, too.  Oh joy.  For some freak reason that I cannot comprehend, the care team is on salary, yet I'm not.  Once again, I've been bamboozled.  I've also been tricked into visiting the facility more often.  The care team correctly assessed that she will not walk again.  Listen carefully to me, ya'll.  CONTINUE TO MOVE.  If you only walk around the house, CONTINUE TO MOVE.  If not, you will also end up in skilled nursing all too quickly with your college degree you worked like a dog to achieve,  yet now having someone tell you where to go after your 4:30 meal or Bingo game and how to map your way back to your room that is 5 yards away.  And it's time to change your diaper, even though you've told the nurse 4 times today you don't want it changed.  "DAMMIT WHERE'S MY WALKER???"  You don't move, you're gonna be that person.  
So on the happy flip side, my grandson began kindergarten today.  Yes, way down south, they begin school on August 1.  I'm assuming the end of January is the beginning of summer vacation.  His parents sent photos of him sitting on the steps in front of the house, waiting for the bus with his friends, boarding the bus.  It's killing me!!!!!! That kid is supposed to be about 3 years old.  Why is he now in kindergarten?  Where is the time going??  I'm afraid if I blink, he'll be in college!  I hope his kindergarten days are happy and full of love and fun.  He's such a sweetie.  I know he'll soak up every bit of schoolin' and come back and teach the rest of us some new tricks.  Because that's the way 5 year olds roll.  They are so eager and excited and they just have to bring it home for the rest of us.  Kinda really balances out where I am in life right now.  The bad and the good.  It's life, friends, and we only get to go around once.  KEEP MOVING.  
On another note, all you friends from high school - remember how we just had to monogram everything to be oh so cool?  I done did one for you to look at.  How dare I end the sentence with a preposition!!!