There is a small reunion, high school reunion, this weekend. I am writing this post on Thursday, while I wait for the washer and dryer to finish my guest room linens. Today I am cleaning house in preparation. You know, the usual – dusting, sweeping, cleaning the kitchen, cleaning the bathroom….dusting the tops of things that short people like me don’t usually see.
Why? I am having guests tomorrow! My oldest friend(the friendship is oldest, not the friend) is going to stay with me for a couple days. The next oldest (same explanation) friend will join us for most of the day – and through the official event tomorrow evening and I feel like it is Christmas…actually squealing with excitement. The event is from 7-10…it’s like being young, with an early curfew.
Two of us will have canes. All three of of will have wrinkles – but we will be young for a couple days. It’s some kind of crazy time travel that happens when old friends get together.