Veinte Años

Veinte Años

I went to one of those large urban high schools fear of which drives many parents to transplant themselves to farflung locations where the myth of everpresent safety dwells.  Extreme poverty gave my mom no such choice, so I went to the local LAUSD high school. 

That place—the one with the 52% drop out rate, a year-round schedule, sparse advanced-level coursework, and a student body of over 3,500—taught me some great life lessons (like do not light a match when teenage girls are spraying extra hold Aqua Net in a crowded hallway).  I’d say it also did a pretty good job of opening up some exciting educational paths that allowed me to provide for my family in ways I never imagined.

I bring this up because the Class of 1988 celebrated its 20th Reunion this weekend.  While the crowd of 300 alums was hardly everyone who graduated with me, it was fun to hear two decades’ worth of stories and wonder how different we’d have been if only we’d known then what we know now.  But I’ll save those stories for a time when I can put them into some grander context.  For today, I’ll just hand out awards to those providing amusement value in the “Reunion Book” (that handout where people try to capture 20 years in four sentences) and thank those who made the reunion a great event to attend.

Most In Need of Some Southeast L.A. Vibes—“I got married in 1989.  I lived and worked in California until 2000 and then moved to Hailey, Idaho.  I still don’t know what I’m doing here as I hate the weather, we have 3 months or spring and summer and the rest of the year is either freezing or snowing.  I lived in the middle of nowhere as the mall is 75 miles from where I live.  I have a son in California attending Culinary School.  My daughter is a stay at home mom, as I also now have a grandson and a grandaughter.  My youngest is getting ready to attend high school.  And for the last 19 years I have been married to the same man? I don’t know if that is good or bad.” 

Most Entitled To Judge You As Harshly As You Judged Her When She Got Pregnant—“I . . . became a Christian in 1991 and my life has never been the same.  In 1999 my family and I moved to Colorado to plant a Christian church and have been blessed to lead a wonderful group of people (2000 or so) into a deeper relationship with God.  Being a pastor’s wife is not at all what I thought I would be when I grew up.”

Least Likely to Outgrow Her Issues By The 25th Reunion—“My height still remains at 4’11” but hey, they say great things comes in small packages.”

Least Likely To Figure Out The Meaning of the Word “Literally”—“In 2002 I won the Lotto! Literally, when I married my Hot Fireman Husband . . . .”

Best Unintended Amusement Value—to the woman who claims that life hasn’t changed much and chose an email adress of “Piojosa” followed by a number.  I must have been feeling silly because I spent most of the night wondering who the other three dozen piojosas are.

Most In Need Of A Change–“I am sure many of you have started a family and by now some of you are grandparents.  Me, still single with no kids and loving every minute of it.  I get to hang out with the same ol’ guys every weekend.  My buddy . . . bought a house one block from Bell high.  It’s directly behind the football field.  We get to hear the band Friday night’s during football season.” (Find better Friday night amusement, the band wasn’t even that good way back when we were there!!)

Full Moon

Full Moon

So, the moon’s been kind of full this week.  Although I don’t really believe in lunar-lunacy, I had a little bit of it this afternoon.

A man called my house, asked for me by name, and said he was with AAA and there to get my car.  The tow truck was outside.

Problem was, I hadn’t called AAA.

Fortunately, my mother (who had answered the phone) had the good sense to know that I wasn’t in a place where car service was an issue and didn’t respond to the request for access to the car.  She also didn’t open the front door.

Later in the day I called AAA—no service call reported for my account today. 

Then I called the police.  They didn’t take a report, but promised extra patrols.  I hope they show up.

Mystery of the ER

Mystery of the ER

I’ve been spending a fair deal of time in and around hospitals of late.  I’m mostly just looking for answers to an ailment question (not my ailment), but the illness affects me in many ways.  In any event, today had me at the Bellflower Kaiser for six hours. 

Although killing time by an ailing person’s bedside is never fun, I try to keep busy by looking for common themes among sick people.  Today’s observation–sick people in this particular hospital all seem to get hungry shortly after arriving in the ER.

Personally, I don’t have any kind of appetite around all the sights and smells of the ER, but illness seemed to be bringing out the appetite in the sick in Bellflower.  Glad there’s not a drive through.

Checking in

Checking in

Summer’s over and I’m planning on pumping up the volume in the year’s last quarter.  Random events that filled the summer and didn’t get put into the blog:

  • Trip to D.C., mosquitoes ate me alive.  Fortunately, the large welts they caused were not accompanied by itching.  One observant one thought my recovery from two-inch wide welts was rather Terminator-like;
  • Dinner with my freshman year roommate.  Always such a joy to see people I really liked at 18, getting more fabulous with age;
  • Spent a few hours trying to determine the difference between “aggressive” and “assertive” and when exactly I’m being either;
  • Dealing with family illness.  Not horrible or terminal, but just enough to transform a caring person into someone you don’t want to spend time with; and
  • Continuing to run five days a week and do weight work (count it up, I’ve lost over 30 pounds since Dec. 26, when I realized I was bigger than I’d ever been in my life).