Daily Notes for Saturday, August 2nd. Cool this morning and Sun later temps in the low 70's.

 1. Two of the reserved books I picked up at the Library yesterday will go back unread.  I am actually enjoying the old small  paperbacks.   When I Fall In Love by Lynn Kurland today.  None of the books look like the spines were ever cracked open....but I recall reading all of them.  But that was 20 or 30 years ago.

2. And I think these are NOT the originals...I think I replaced (what I could) after I lent them to one of my daughter's friends and she had a house fire and ALL the books were damaged by the water used to put out the fire.  I replaced some of the books but then never had time to read them. (I got a JOB)....now that's ALL I have- TIME.

3. I colored a few more index cards...while watching the news....Mr. T is removing any history of bad acts on his part from the archives in Washington...like it all never happened...like all of us will eventually forget or die and then..what?  His sins are wiped clean????  Perhaps I should erase my history?

4. So...a classmate of my husband's asked for his yearbook (but only if I was really really okay with giving it up)- seems another fellow classmate had lost hers in a fire. So I am sending it off......It's not like I was EVER asked to go to the reunions WITH him to meet his classmates...He went alone so "he could have a good time". His words not mine.  They seem like a very close knit group which is quite lovely.... and very friendly.

5. My graduating class was VERY large triple or MORE than his..  I only knew the people who had alphabetic last names near mine.  Even study hall was alphabetic.  I sat next to the same guy for four years.  And the same girl on the other side of me.  We never spoke to each other.  Yes, you read that correctly...we never spoke...... High School was like my Very Own Special Twilight Zone.  When we registered to vote at 21- and I am NOT making this up....the guy was in line in front of me...Yes, the same study hall guy.  We continued to ignore each other.  We registered to vote in alphabetical order.

6. I haven't a clue what happened to my own yearbook.  Don't care. And yes, I do remember his name.