Reuniting with the 50th reunion.

1971 ...The greatest class to ever graduate from Corona del Mar High School. Or so we thought. 

I went to the 40th reunion. I guess I just wanted to see folks that I knew back then...and who/what/where and how they are doing today. I was not overwhelmed with what I saw. argh. Good news for me....I drove there and had my bike on the back of my car. I did meet up with Eve, who is an artist, and we rode bikes along the beach on the peninsula and had lunch @ Ruby's on the pier. 

Back to 2021 - I was sending out some 'Happy New Year' cards to some friends and I wanted to be sure I had their addresses right. So I emailed one of them. And we re-connected. She was one of my bridesmaids.  

She asked me if I wanted to be on the planning committee for the reunion. And I politely said no. In fact, I said I wouldn't be attending that reunion. 

She said why? Trying to be polite, I said I wouldn't be attending it because I have nothing in common with those folks. Plus I don't drink or smoke (anything). 

If I did have something in common with them I'd be calling those 'friends' while on my annual vaca to Newport Beach, Corona del Mar, San Diego. I'd be Facebook-ing with them now. But I don't. I also didn't take that vaca last year, due to Covid.

One of my other friends (we have some roots going back for years and now she lives in Oceanside) said it just right: 

"I hear ya about the hi school reunions. I went to my 10 year and swore I would never go again, I figured out that there was a reason I didn't keep in touch with them. I've had the same friends for over 50 years, I'll stick with them."

What Sandy told me was exactly how I felt. I choose to NOT live in the past even though it's a bit difficult because of Covid - lockdowns, masks, restrictions, traveling, etc.

And I also found it interesting that when my dad (and my mom who was 7 years younger) went to his 50th reunion at Santa Monica High, he came back super depressed. He just didn't like seeing his classmates being subjected to the 'age' they were. 

Good news for him..he retired when he was 49 and was living the life that he wanted: going to the beach, surfing, sailing in Newport Harbor, buying houses, doing some fix-up-repair work, and renting them out.  

I know I sound selfish. But it's the way I feel. I'm attempting to live in the present, remain mentally flexible, and get on with life.

Live richly, marilyn


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