Senior Year

With no desire to go anywhere or do anything, not even a necessary trip to one of my favorite places – the mall at Victoria Gardens to replenish perfume and makeup I’m running desperately low on, there’s nothing new to blog about.

Oddly enough, despite the lack of anything to do, any where to go or, more appropriately, the desire to do/to go, time has been flying by.

I’ve two books to read: Charcoal Joe, a new one by my favorite author Walter Mosley, and Determined, Dedicated, Disciplined To Be Fit by 80 year old body builder Ernestine Shepherd.

I’m so involved with the Michonne needlepoint project, I never seem able to squeeze in the time to read. Not to mention I reached a point on the tapestry where something doesn’t look right and I’m thinking of restarting the entire project.

It seems to me the top of the arm holding the sword should be brown -- I may have picked up the wrong color. However, it may be the pattern calls for light bouncing off. I just don't know, and it’s proving so difficult to visually see where one color starts and another ends in order to count back and find the spot on four pages of pattern to figure it out that it may be easier to restart the project.

Other than that, I’m focusing on eating right, staying away from chocolate muffins and Ben and Jerry Cherry Garcia, both of which constantly call my name and are always on my mind.

Mage, over at Postcards, did a fun post about her Senior Year, which got me to thinking back on mine.

1. Did you know your spouse/partner? Shy, unattractive, a late bloomer, never dated or had a boyfriend until well after graduation and in the working world.

2. Did you car pool to school?  We didn’t have a car in the family. I rode the school bus and sometimes opted to walk, because I enjoyed walking even back then.

3. What kind of car did you have? It was all buses, walking, riding the red line.

4. What kind of car do you have now?  Saturn.

5. It's Friday night...where are you? Sitting on the couch, watching television, needlepoint, fighting the craving for ice cream and a chocolate muffin.
6. What kind of job did you have in high school?  Receptionist in a music studio where I also got free piano lessons. I also took in sewing for my mom’s friends.
7. What kind of job do you have now?  Happy retired.
8. Were you a party animal?  Not until the 70’s. Before that I was under my mom’s thumb and she kept me in church -- all day every Sunday, bible studies during the week.
9. Were you a cheerleader?  I wanted to be. Tried out for it, but the color of my skin was prohibitive.
10. Were you considered a jock? I wish. ROFLMAO!
11. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir?  Orchestra. I played violin.
12. Were you a nerd? Absolutely!
13. Did you get suspended or expelled?  No.
14. Can you sing the fight song?  Say what?
17. What was your schools full name?  Compton High.
18. What was your school mascot? Can’t remember that far back.
19. If you could go back and do it again, would you?  Hell no!
20. Did you have fun at Prom?  Did not go to senior prom, but went to junior prom – escorted by best friend’s cousin. Don't remember anything that happened at prom, but remember after, when we went to dinner. I ordered pasta. My escort told me, "No. You're having a steak". I suppose he meant well, but I didn't like steak, still don't.

21. Do you still talk to the person you went to Prom with?  Being as how he was my best friend’s cousin, we crossed paths for years. He expressed interest. I wasn’t ready until years later, after marriage and divorce. He waited, we hooked up, he proposed, I said yes. It was a mistake because I still wasn’t that into him and, fortunately, he blew it by dictating to me how many children I would have. (I should have known he was controlling from when he made me eat steak). I broke off the engagement, he finally gave up and I never saw or spoke to him again. He died some 15 years later. Now you're not gonna believe this, but I felt it the day he died. Though he wasn't someone I thought about, something came over me out of the blue that day and I just knew he was gone. One of his relatives saw me some days later, said, "I have some bad news for you." But, before she could say anything, I said, "I already know." She probably figured someone else had let me know.
22. Are you planning on going to your next reunion? I get notices, but no one knew me, I was invisible, so no point going to show off I finally bloomed and look great for my age.
23. Are you still in contact with people from school? Not a one, but I often think about my then best friend and have looked for her on facebook.
24. What are/were your school's colors? Haven’t a clue.