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.