Twenty Years take Note
Zelda's 20th high school reunion was this weekend so we packed up for a trip to visit her bestest friend in the whole wide world and the town she grew up in.
Kansas is a nice, beautiful place with matching people.
We stopped off and placed some of her old LPs (that would be vinyl 33 Long Play records of heavy metal she and her first husband bought back when they lived here.) on consignment. Her friend and owner of the store was excited to see her and to hear we are pregnant. She was equally excited to see the albums Zelda was parting with. Some are rare, all in excellent condition, and will be interesting to see what they fetch.
Bestest friends chose not to attend the big party.
Seems the 10 year was poorly put together and this one was very much improved.
My high school years were boring and bland compared to those of a small rural college town.
I didn't wreck any cars or make any life long friends. Though I may be mistaken on the latter.
(My brothers and I were dealing with the death of my father).
Zelda is fondly remembered by her class mates of twenty+ years ago.
I got to meet the friends of hers who knew her first husband, attended their wedding as well has his funeral.
Friends who skipped class, liked the same boys, wrecked their cars (on a fairly regular basis), partied by the lake, snuck out after bed time, and have now grown up.
I watched as 38 year olds reverted back, if only briefly, to 18 year olds hanging out after school.
Yes, we hung out mostly with those people she knew back in the day, but who else would you hang out with if not your friends?
And we all agreed that high school sucked.
The insecurities we all had.
The shyness of a few, the anger for some, the fear of most, and the perceived injuries from harsh words.
The jerks are still the jerks.
But old grudges of friends are forgotten.
We also visited with the former mother-in-law who was grieving the loss of her son at the time Zelda was lost in the pain of young widowhood. She is excited to have a new grandbaby through us and nervously welcome Zelda back into her life.
Twenty years can heal a lot.
A time to let go of old hurts.
Kansas is a nice, beautiful place with matching people.
We stopped off and placed some of her old LPs (that would be vinyl 33 Long Play records of heavy metal she and her first husband bought back when they lived here.) on consignment. Her friend and owner of the store was excited to see her and to hear we are pregnant. She was equally excited to see the albums Zelda was parting with. Some are rare, all in excellent condition, and will be interesting to see what they fetch.
Bestest friends chose not to attend the big party.
Seems the 10 year was poorly put together and this one was very much improved.
My high school years were boring and bland compared to those of a small rural college town.
I didn't wreck any cars or make any life long friends. Though I may be mistaken on the latter.
(My brothers and I were dealing with the death of my father).
Zelda is fondly remembered by her class mates of twenty+ years ago.
I got to meet the friends of hers who knew her first husband, attended their wedding as well has his funeral.
Friends who skipped class, liked the same boys, wrecked their cars (on a fairly regular basis), partied by the lake, snuck out after bed time, and have now grown up.
I watched as 38 year olds reverted back, if only briefly, to 18 year olds hanging out after school.
Yes, we hung out mostly with those people she knew back in the day, but who else would you hang out with if not your friends?
And we all agreed that high school sucked.
The insecurities we all had.
The shyness of a few, the anger for some, the fear of most, and the perceived injuries from harsh words.
The jerks are still the jerks.
But old grudges of friends are forgotten.
We also visited with the former mother-in-law who was grieving the loss of her son at the time Zelda was lost in the pain of young widowhood. She is excited to have a new grandbaby through us and nervously welcome Zelda back into her life.
Twenty years can heal a lot.
A time to let go of old hurts.
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