It’s just after the crack of dawn in Crystal Lake, IL. I sit on the couch in my sister’s house, listening to the sounds of a new day—no, actually, all I hear is the yakking inside my head, and the air conditioner flipping on and off. I’ve been up for almost an hour already. The sky has passed from pink to light blue.
Today, I’m flying to my brother’s in Putnam Lake, NY. It’s my summer family tour. And my 30th high school reunion this coming Friday night. Of which, believe it or not, I’m the organizer. I’m not honestly sure how that has happened, as I would have been “stoner least likely to organize her high school reunion” in 1981. However, here I am, organizing the freaking reunion.
Out of a class of about 270, I would say I’ve found (or someone has found and told me) about 170 people. Maybe more (thank god for facebook). And about 60 of them, some with spouses or dates, are coming to the reunion. This week I have flowers to buy and name tags to make (copying yearbook photos and pasting those senior photos onto 60 nametags is gonna be SOOO much fun).
Me, I’m doing well. Enjoying the unfolding summer. Last night my oldest nephew asked me how my vacation with them had been. I said, “Great.” Then I realized—my whole life feels like a vacation these days. I am lucky. I don’t have money, but for the the first time in a long time, maybe ever, I have enjoyment of what I do each day.
And that is worth a million bucks.