February 22, 1965
Random old posts, thoughts on mortality, random new post #memoir
February 22, 1965
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GEORGE WASHINGTON
At Girl Scouts tonight Marcia told me she went to a C.Y.O. dance last night and guess who danced with her all night? V. I envy her, but she said she doesn't like him like I do. No one could. If only he liked me! Oh, I want to be his girl more than anything in the world. He's even made me forget the Beatles.(Miracle of miracles.)
February 22, 1997
What a joy it is to remember my house from childhood. Of course, it is the house on Willow Street in North Platte that immediately comes to mind. From my window I could watch the street on summer nights, when I went to bed while it was still dusk. The best part of the room was the French doors. When even one door was opened, it felt like my room was instantly part of the living room. In fact, I look back and realize that my favorite houses have all had that feeling, and it’s why I liked this house right away.
February 22, 2009 (Facebook)
Jo Paoletti isn't so sure about the decisions I make, but fretting won't make things any better.
February 22, 2023
See what a good friend Marcia was? Always a wingman, never a rival.
I realized the other day that I am often responding to these old posts as if my journey has ended, and that there is nothing in the present worth recording. They read like I just found out I only have a year to live and I am just getting in the last word. Jeez, I hope not. On Monday I attended a memorial service for a friend who died just before her 95th birthday. Yesterday I found out that one of my cousins died at 65. My nephew texted me his contact information early this morning with no other message and I spent a few anxious minutes worrying that he wanted me to call because something happened to my brother. Tonight I am hosting a monthly “Eldering” Zoom with folks from my church. Mortality is on my mind.
It’s not on my agenda, though. Whatever planning is involved, I have already done, to the extent that is possible. So today I will do my usual: eat breakfast, meditate, write, knit, catch up the news just enough to be informed, but not depressed. I have a routine checkup with my GP, a line dancing class, and that Eldering Zoom. Maybe a nap, even though Ancestry DNA just informed me that I am not genetically likely to nap.
Happy World Thinking Day to my Girl Scout sibs!