A New Generation

My first child called me a week or so ago. She wanted me to be the first (aside from herself and husband) to know that she might be (was pretty sure she was) pregnant. She called two nights ago and confirmed that she is indeed pregnant. She and her husband thought it would take longer, but are thrilled nonetheless. They only recently stopped preventing pregnancy and thought it would take longer because shortly after they were married she had to have a surgery that resulted in the loss of one of her ovaries. So by the middle of September, Lord willing, I will be a first-time grandma. I wish we lived closer !! My baby's having a baby !! She really can't be closing in on 30 can she? That means she's really not a baby anymore, but in my heart, she'll always be 'my baby'. I wonder if she'd like the baby clothes I saved from when she was a baby; maybe some of the special blankets. Since it's her first, she'd probably like all new, but she's practical, so may be very happy to receive even her old ones. Oh, wait, she might have a boy and well, those clothes just wouldn't look right on 'him'.

Spending time in the past

Recently, I've spent a lot of time on a certain social network site acquiring friends. Now some of these weren't necessarily friends, as in close and personal, but they have become friends of a sort. Friendships do come at all levels. I've found former classmates, current friends, friends of friends, people I wanted to be closer friends with that just didn't get to that point, people I'd still like to be friends with, friends from church and groups within the church, friends from former neighbors, a couple 'friends' who are total strangers (adjusting privacy settings to keep them that way), and also friends from former employments, along with family and other associations. It can be quite mind-boggling. Mostly, it has been a real joy to re-connect with many of these people to see what paths their lives have taken, hopefully to see that they have, at least currently, happy and/or successful lives. Some I haven't seen or heard from in nearly 40 years.

I've also pulled out my box of memorabilia from high school. Now, 39 years later, it's sad, funny, sweet, and embarrassing all at the same time. In high school, I wasn't one amongst the popular crowd, nor was I in the 'picked on' crowd. I was, at least in my perception, within a group that was mostly invisible. It was a very small school in a very small town. We had around 70 graduates that year and everyone knew everyone else, not only at their own grade-level but in the entire high school. We have reunions every five years. We've lost several of our classmates to early deaths: suicide, accident, illness. We remember them fondly.

Blog Beginning

I've wrestled with whether or not I should, or even want to start a blog. Aren't there enough words already floating around the internet and elsewhere that are just meaningless and repetitious or vain-glorious?

I have decided I will begin, but I may not post much, nor often, and there may or may not at some point be photos. I will have to determine if I want to post only random events or find a more specific purpose in directing my posts.

I shall also remain largely anonymous for now, and with my comments regarding family and friends, their names and specifics shall also remain anonymous.