I can’t remember when my quest began.  It’s been years, really.

Some would say it’s become almost an obsession for me.  I dunno.  They might be right.

I thought I saw one once.  At the airport in Dallas.  Last month.  When I was hustling from one gate to the next to make my connecting flight.  I went back to look again and it was gone.

What am I searching for?

Well …

You promise not to laugh?

I’m looking for the perfect coffee cup.

Someday Isle

The guy at the cellular store expressed it wistfully as we chatted about my upcoming trip.

I know I’ve said it on more than one occasion myself.

“Someday I’ll … ”

I came across the term in a newsletter I read recently.   The writer’s main point:  If not now, then when?

It’s the old (sad) joke about the woman telling her friend to not wait until that special evening to wear the expensive lingerie she has hidden in her dresser.

Someday Isle.  What a great title for a blog post.

A case for Facebook

Hub and I graduated from high school 30 and 29 years ago respectively.  Coincidentally, both our high schools are celebrating multi-year reunions this year.  His this weekend, mine late next month.  We went to a pre-reunion get-together with a few of his buds the other night. We had a good time although I kept asking myself, “Why are we hanging around with old people?” All kidding aside, weren’t we teenagers just yesterday?  When did the hands of time have their way with us?

The most interesting conversation starter of the evening was, “Hey I read on your Facebook …”  Yes, thank goodness for Facebook!  It’s living up to it’s goal of keeping everybody updated on what everybody else is doing.  Not to mention, talking about something posted helped to fill those always awkward gaps when we ran out of things to talk about.

So my question is this: if everybody has a Facebook page, why the need for reunions?  The purpose of reunions is to reconnect, catch up on what’s happened and share what’s happening.  We do this through Facebook.  Doesn’t this make reunions almost redundant?  Although, this IS San Antonio and folks around here never need an excuse to throw a party, so I might be losing my own argument.

I don’t have any plans to go to my high school reunion.  This nugget of information drives Mum & Da, not to mention the Spook, nuts.  For them, reunion attendance is a mandatory, no questions asked, experience.  Me?  Not so much.  I’m a fairly shy person when speaking to people face to face … even my own family.  Put a keyboard in front of me, however, and watch me come out of my shell.

I know there will be many former classmates that will miss me at my reunion next month.  I truthfully don’t know why that will be.  We “see” each other almost daily …

on Facebook.

Sunday Ruminations

St. Speedy of Schertz

We’ve got a family of Mockingbirds living in one of the Hackberry trees in our backyard.  I’ve seen & heard one of the adults chirping it’s warning to stay away each time I’ve taken the Barky Boys outside.  I distinctly remember telling the mama (or daddy, they look alike) to not let the babies fall out of the nest.  Well, one of the babies did fall out and I didn’t see it until after I had let the Boys out.  They saw it at the same time I did.  Poor little thing didn’t have a chance.  I was visibly & loudly upset with them.  I know what you’re saying … they’re dogs.  That’s what they do.  I know this.  But I am passionate about animals.  I hate to see them hurt or abused.  I have a couple of campuses where stray dogs run rampant.  That bothers me.  If I could, I’d bring them all home.

I also understand the “circle of life” and know that animals feed on each other for survival.  Just because I know this doesn’t mean I want to see animals hunting and killing their prey.  I’m not a vegetarian, although I have explored the notion.  Hub wouldn’t support me in this, so rather than eliminate meat, I limit it.  It’s a compromise we have agreed with.

Bugs, wasps, spiders?  Whole ‘nuther story.

Road Warrior

I’ve found that I really enjoy volunteering at races my running club sponsors.  I’m going to be a course marshal at next weekend’s half marathon relay.  After runners pass my post on the course, I’ll head to the finish line to help snip off timing chips.  The volunteer coordinator e-mailed me and let me know I need to get something to eat between duties.  Hub asked if they were going to feed us.  I said I thought so as I was on the food krewe at the Birdlover’s 10K last week. I checked out the course location and other race information a little while ago.  Oh yeah.  We’ll be eating good.

The race sponsor?  Carraba’s Italian Restaurant.  Yum!

7 more days

I have 7 days left on this year’s contract.  I received my campuses for next year and I’m thrilled!  I’ll have the same campuses as I have this year.  The good Lord willing, a new supervisor will be hired over the summer and he or she will take over the vacant campuses.  Otherwise, it looks like I’ll be starting the new year with additional campuses.

{{sigh}} So be it.  Whatever happens, I’m thankful to be gainfully employed.  There are many in this country of our’s that aren’t and wish they were.