There has been much excitement at my house... Zach's yearbook has arrived!!!! He showed us his class proudly and his teacher from last year and showed us where the kids were that we knew from his pre-school. Very exciting!
After a while, he decided it was time to go outside to play, so I sat and looked at the yearbook by myself. I found a picture of me when I joined the 1st graders in their costume parade on Halloween (I was dressed as a wizard). I looked at the teachers, the lunchroom ladies, the janitors, when I got to special area teachers I saw the coach and her first name - and the penny finally dropped.
Ever since I first laid eyes on her nearly two years ago, I've had a nagging feeling that I knew her from somewhere. I'm 44 now and that's a lot of years of seeing people, so I didn't think too much about how familiar she seemed. Now I know her first name - and I know where I know her from. It's actually a shock to me that I recognized her. We were in high school together. We weren't friends or in the same cliches, but as an outsider (read very shy) I spent a lot of time just observing people. She had a distinctive face; not the bland pretty-girl face, not unattractive either. Just "strong" looking. Then I worked on the yearbook in my junior year and saw all the pictures of students. One of her stood out. She was running. Just running. I don't remember why it caught my eye, but it did. Unfortunately, it didn't make it to the yearbook. I wasn't sure what year she was in (my high school mixed up all the students in its classes), so I poured over the two yearbooks that I bought, and after about an hour, I found her. I showed her to Zach. "Yup - that's her alright!" he said. Coach Jones went to school with Mommy.
The future past hasn't finished with me.
I had lunch with my cousin. We are rekindling our friendship, which had gone sort of dormant with the demands of men and children and making livings. We are both working on getting our bodies and minds back in shape and working towards becoming better selves. We walked to our picnic lunch today, and back. We decided to be diet buddies and keep each other accountable in our efforts. We'll lunch at least once a week and check in on each other. It feels good to have her back in my life.
And then tonight, it was email. Another childhood/high school friend has emerged once again from the on again, off again dormant past. I hadn't' really heard from her in a couple of years. She's married again, her boys are nearly grown, and the last I'd heard, they were thinking about moving but I don't know if they ever did. Another life to catch up on.
By the time my 30th high school reunion rolls around (in 6 more years), I might even have people to hang out with this time!