Doing nothing

This is as close as I got to the sewing machine yesterday. I chose the thread to quilt this table runner/wallhanging. I was extremely tired yesterday, and this morning I know why. I have a headache. Exhaustion precedes my migraines, and even though I have less migraines now and they are less severe, the other symptoms are still there. I had a good morning at the car dealers yesterday. They told me the regular waiting room was closed so I needed to go up to the showroom and wait there. The chairs are so much more comfortable in the showroom.

There were 3 other people there, all older than me, and we started chatting. Something we were talking about prompted me to mention where I lived as a child. One of the men perked up and asked where I went to high school. I told him I went to Plainfield High School and he wondered if I remembered any of the teachers. I named a couple of them and he knew them. Then he mentioned a couple of them, one being Mr. Stevenson, and I said yes I remembered them. Then I asked him how he knew them and he said he was Mr. Stevenson. He was my freshman science teacher in 1954-5 and my social studies teacher in 1955-6. When he mentioned Mr. S. I was thinking "he looks like him". He is 82 years old now so that helped me to figure out how old he was when he was my teacher. You know how the teachers all seemed so old when you were young. We had a great time chatting about the "olden days".

So did you figure out that I am having my 50th class reunion this year? I CAN'T BE THAT OLD!! Isn't it funny how we feel younger on the inside? And look older and saggier on the outside??