An interesting conversation took place the other day with a neighborhood friend. Hanging out in my sister’s pool, a group of us were enjoying the sun and engaging in small talk. I mentioned I bought a swim cap, and it all started from there.
Last week, I got my hair cut, colored, highlighted and low lighted. I walked out of the salon with $150 less in my wallet.
While I was trying to think of a topic for this week’s Editorial, I went online to see what’s up for the first week of August. Much to my dismay, I found out it’s considered National Clown Week.
First, I can’t write a serious editorial about clowns, and second, they’re scary. I can’t help it. Clowns scare me. Something about their painted faces, red noses, oversized outfits – not to mention all those horror movies back in the day that took place at funhouses and carnivals. Maybe it’s the music that follows them around. Disturbing.
Clowns to me are as frightening as the movie “Willie Wonka.” I couldn’t watch that movie then and I still can’t watch it now...
Last week I inadvertently found out Aug. 5 was National Sister’s Day. Out of the blue, I sent an e-card to my sister Elaine and a few days later she sent one back to me, but her’s read Happy Sister’s Day. Sister’s Day? I had no idea one even existed. Hallmark did, though, and so too did Elaine.
As I opened the card and watched the pictures appear and fade, fade and appear, I saw two little girls ride their bikes, two young women laughing in the pool and drinking lemonade, others hugging, dancing and sharing special times together. I couldn’t help but feel nostalgic.
Elaine is my only sister (older, too, by the way) and the only one I could ever dream of having. She’s been my very best friend since I can remember and I can’t imagine my life without her...
In just two months, I have the chance to hang out with people I haven’t seen in 20 years. Do I want to? Not necessarily, but high school reunions are almost as popular as the prom – you’re expected to be there.
My graduating class was comprised of more than 800 students so chances are high not everyone will show that weekend. But I can’t help think it might be worth the effort.
Over the weekend, I interviewed some people who came from far and wide to celebrate their 50th reunion. They saw friends they hadn’t seen since sock hops and pep rallies. It even took them time to recognize each other at first meeting. But once they did, it was like old times all over again...
