I want to tell you about last Thursday night.
We got home about 9:30 from our 2nd retirement class with Mrs. Sun, to find these 2 sitting on our couch.
But they weren't this dressed up.
No bouquet either.
Other than that, they looked just as cute.
We had a cozy chat about life with teenagers (they have 2 now), and what goes on in the schools at that age.
Oh the drama I remembered when I was in middle school, only we called it Jr High.
After we said goodnight, we all went to bed. In other words, they went home, and we tried to go to sleep. But what is often the case for women my age (or so it seems from what my friends tell me), I could not sleep. I was tired, but just couldn't. I think those 2 1/2 hours sitting in class, my body thought it was all rested up.
So I got out of bed about 1am, still thinking of the drama of middle school, and I went in our closet and in the dark pulled out one of my many journals from back then.
I took it out into the family room and just started reading about my life in 1969. I also ate one of these.
They are the best!
So about 1/4 way through this journal I turned it to look at the cover. And saw the date. Take a look.
It was exactly 41 years ago.
(Excuse my rudeness on the cover, I was 15.)
It was filled with page after page pointing out what was wrong with every one else.
But I did have one paragraph where there was a peek of hope to sweetness.
I thought this next entry was interesting too, because.....
Just 4 days before reading this, Shelley (the 7 year old I mentioned in this entry), put this picture of herself and her 2 sisters on her blog. The very little girls I was mentioning in my journal 41 years ago!
Back to our retirement class, Mrs. Sun told us to go HERE to watch the National Debt grow. She said, "Sit back and go into a trance."
Really, take a look.