52 YEARS and 52 POUNDS

My high school in Columbus, Ohio just had our 50th class reunion two weeks ago.  It was postponed twice due to Covid so it was really our 52nd reunion of graduation.  I started attending class reunions at our 20th.  My parents and most siblings still lived there so I had two reasons to fly back as well as a free place to stay and a car to borrow.

This year I chose to NOT attend.  Air travel is such a mess currently.  Almost every flight has a delay and missed connection.  It is way more expensive and I'm just too crabby to put up with flying.  People are so rude, flight attendants overworked and Covid germs are everywhere.

Surprisingly we sold 85 tickets (class of 175 or so)(yes, I'm on the planning committee with my computer skills ... making invites, doing mass emails and updating our list with current addresses, emails and phone numbers). At the last minute, 5 people tested positive for Covid.  

A classmate put together a slide show and asked for a current photo and my buddies always make a huge poster so they wanted one as well.

(Yes, I was a beanpole in my youth!)

After seeing the Planning Committee group photo, I have been hit with a moment of vanity!!  Although when I looked up the definition, it's not really vanity ... just a nudge to put me over the edge to go back to being blonde again.

We are all 70 this year ... but one really looks it!

I've been thinking about it since May, when my sister and family came out for the big 7-0 birthday.

I know I'm 8 years older, but I don't need to LOOK it!

I'll post the new blonde Awkward Widow IF I like the look.  Stylist doesn't think we need to do a weave of different shades of blond (as I've done in the past) and is doing an all over color.

Stayed tuned.

 

SOARING INTO MY SEVENTIES

AHHHH!  That was a great 3 month sabbatical from blogging. 

I'm going to try once a week, on Sunday, to see where that takes me.  This blog is no longer really about being a widow and is usually just a light look into my world (small as it is).  I don't really have a circle of friends, more like a dot!  A few friends and a million acquaintances.  But living with four others does not allow for loneliness.  Earplugs at times.

None of us has suffered a bout with Covid and here on the West Coast we still mask in indoor public spaces.  We've dined outdoors a few times and I usually wear my mask outdoors (our Covid cases in Oregon keep going up and are hitting closer to home).

We've avoided the severe heat although it is predicted for next week. We are lucky enough to have a/c in each bedroom so sleeping has not been interrupted.  There is also one in the living room which we have only used once.

Mr. 11.5 now has a permanent man voice.  He's almost 5'11".  More of a teenager than a kid but still enjoys hanging with his brother.  Mr. 8.5 is still a hoot.  They all spent two weeks in rural Montana with Jesse's side of the family, on ten acres in a town of 1,000.  BB guns, real guns, horseback riding, tubing a shallow river and being with cousins.  I enjoyed being able to sit in the living room or the front patio to do my computer reading.  Accomplished a few tasks that were nagging at me.

The view from my chair on the patio

One of my jobs while they were away