Easter 1981
Brief summery of story thus far:
I'd captured the eye of a senior boy, and endured a slight amount of jealous feelings from other girls in my 9th grade class. D had taken me on my first 'group date'; shared his popcorn with me on my birthday; and drove me to a movie, where I discovered I was the only girl, along with five guys.
I had a beautiful Easter dress that year! A white dress with spaghetti straps and a floral design at the neckline. A matching short jacket went over it, edged in red. My sis also had a white dress, but with only the spaghetti straps. Fortunately the weather cooperated, and was bright and sunny. Dad had bought 'his girls' orchid corsages to wear to church, and when I arrived, D made a point of telling me how pretty I was, and we ended up in the same 'small group' during Sunday School. Since it was a holiday, there would be no Youth Group or choir that night, so as we left after the service, he called out to me he'd see me on Wednesday. I waved and joined my family to head home for Easter Dinner, and to eat some more of my Easter candy.
At school, I'd begun to open up during the Home Ec discussions on sex and boys. The other girls were still slightly stunned by the fact 'shy, quiet, geeky' me was actually allowed to group date, and that someone actually found me interesting.
"But what about the kid from Klondike? Aren't you still going with him?"
We had drifted apart, mainly in part to my pulling away during the emotional turmoil I'd experienced the previous year. To this day, I regret losing the closeness S and I shared, but everyone has a 'First Love'...even though I had thought at age 12 he was The One for me, three years later, it was obvious all I had to do was be myself. Some day soon, other boys would take notice.
Back In The Land of the Living!
After a day of solid bed rest, I'm feeling better:) I dragged myself out of bed yesterday to attend my daughter's Art Show (she'd won another Honorable Mention...pics are on Face Book!) and as soon as I got home, collapsed into bed again. The spouse announced at 11pm he was dragging me to the doctor's if I wasn't better today. I rolled my eyes...and I guess the threat worked; I'm not having the chills or the body aches. Throat is still sore, and my eustation tubes itch slightly. Don't you hate it when your ears itch, and you can't scratch them?
Baking Day!
As reported, I am getting ready to spend the afternoon in the kitchen. I'm making two pans of brownies; six dozen chocolate chip cookies; and maybe even cupcakes. Then I have to bag them up and take them over to the school for our BSA District Pine Wood Derby set up. I'm working concessions tomorrow, and want to be there at 8:30 in the morning. And....it's supposed to start raining any time now and not let up until tomorrow night. Fun, fun....but at least the temps are in the 50's and 60's, so NO SNOW!
Plus, with me being down the last two days, the laundry has piled up. Yup...no one stepped up to do any chores yesterday except the dishes. So I'll try to get at least as much of it I can accomplished today. I'm running out of clean socks too.
Have a great weekend!
3 comments:
The house usually falls down around the family when Mom is sick. Glad you're feeling better. I'm almost all better myself.
LOL! Ain't it the TRUTH??? I remember when I had to go on bed rest the last two months of my pregnancy with the youngling. I was NOT allowed to lift the laundry baskets, and at first the kids were rather put out...but they got over it:)
And now, the dau is capable of doing laundry, but she's been spending most of her time with the boyfriend after school. And since I was asleep when she came home, I forgot to ask her to do a load last night, after the art show.
Glad you're better!
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