The Merry Month
of June
This blog has been checked by Grammarly: http://www.grammarly.com/ ‘cause what the
heck. We all need help, and I need more than most.
After
hurrying like a madwoman (not difficult, given the state of my sanity at the
best of times) in order to get all my work done, I left New Mexico for my home
state of California on June 19! The purpose of this visit was threefold:
1.
2013
is the fiftieth anniversary of my graduation (along with approximately 999
other kids) from John Muir High School in Pasadena, California, and I wanted to
attend the reunion.
2.
I
wanted to see my younger daughter, Robin; my younger grandson, Riki; Robin’s
husband, Gilbert; and several of my old Pasadena buddies.
3.
I
wanted to EAT! You can’t get good food in Roswell unless you make it yourself.
I wanted to dine on Japanese, Middle Eastern, and East Indian food. And I did!
Therefore,
the trip was a rousing success. Missions accomplished. Here’s a picture of John
Muir High School, the school of my youth, which doesn’t seem so all-fired long
ago, although everyone who attended the reunion looked terribly old:
At
the reunion I also touched base with a woman with whom I played flute at the
Eliot Junior High School Band. Janet Levine was her name back then. She’s Janet
Levine Goldberg now, and it was mega-fun to see her again. Here are Mary Ray
Cate (now a physician in Santa Fe, with whom I’ve been in touch for years),
Janet and me in the Muir Auditorium. Hey, I played a Winkie in The Wizard of Oz in that auditorium! I
think they left the Winkies out of the movie. Story of my life.
I
got a ticket coming home from California. I deserved it, too. I was going
eighty-five in a seventy-five mile-per-hour zone. However, since the ticket was
given to me by a Laguna Pueblo Police Officer, it won’t go on my permanent
driving record. It’s treated more or less like a parking ticket. I don’t
understand why that is, but I’m grateful my insurance rates won’t suffer.
Then,
when I came home again, much to the delight of my dogs and the kind people who
cared for them while I was away (Ann and Barry Lasky), I participated in a
Concert of American Music on June 30. It was so much fun! The only problem with singing in choruses, etc., is
that I have a very low voice for a female and, therefore, sing with the tenors.
I’m five feet tall. All the rest of the tenors are a lot taller than I am.
Ergo, since I sat at the end of the second row for this concert, I had to take
a giant step to my right in order to be seen and heard by the audience. What
the heck. I guess we all use the talents we’ve been given. If I was meant to
have been a soprano, I guess I’d have been born one, huh? Anyway, that was fun.
Altogether,
June was a much more enjoyable month than May was. Here’s hoping good things
for July.
