Life

So it's the last Saturday in August, lovely weather, dry. Just back from a 4.25 mile run in Glastonbury. So sad to see the procession of the hearse and limos carrying the young man from Glastonbury who lost his life in Iraq last week. Tears all around. So sad. But a beautiful morning for him to arrive home.

Plans? Enjoy the day, call the kids, finish my book.

Weekend ahead

So Kevin arrives on the redeye from SFO this morning. Tomorrow Caitlin and Virgil will drive down from Fitchburg and Grandma Gesek will be picked up to celebrate summer birthdays. Chuck's Steak House in Rocky Hill is celebrating it's 40th birthday with 40% off some menu items so we'll have happy hour here then head out to enjoy a nice evening together.

I've just finished a batch of Cinnamon-Raisin Granola to have for breakfast/snack. Love the aroma of the cereal baking! Feel like the Barefoot Contessa.

Reunion last weekend was so much fun. Perfect weather, just the right mix of people, beautifully decorated with Blue and Gold, great evening. Talked with people I probably never talked to before! Fun.

Running is going well. Jill Tierney and I did our usual track workout on Monday and last night ran a nice 3 mile route at a nice 11 mm pace. We're really doing well despite the humidity. It's becoming easier and easier and  more enjoyable. Looking forward to our usual Saturday morning group run, which should be about 4 miles.

Off work till next Wednesday. Nice end to the summer. Busy house for the weekend and then looking forward to UConn football starting up, a trip to California in November, and lots of fun stuff in between. Thanksgiving will be here before we know it.

Cramming for tomorrow's test. . .

So tomorrow is my reunion celebrating 40 years since we graduated from high school. Whoa. Did I say 40 years? But I only left Seymour for Storrs yesterday! Some of those memories are so vivid, not just visually but emotionally. I remember driving up what was then Route 86 to exit 99, the UConn exit. Traffic was backed up to Kathy John's. I sat nervously in the back seat while we crept along route 195.  Finally arriving at what was to be my home for the next four years. Meeting my roommate, meeting people who would become friends for life, leaving the comfort of home and being terrified to be alone. But I made it. And now I look back on these last 40 years. Graduating from college, marrying, having 3 children, sampling employment until I landed my wonderful job. I'm in a good place now.  Enjoying my running, new friends, old friends, life. Before I can meet my classmates tomorrow though, those 18 year olds I left behind that June of 1970,  I need to remember who they are. So off I go to study my yearbook. Go Wildcats!