And then there was one. One more day in February, 2019. That’s gotta make most of you feel pretty good. Cuz after March, it’s April. And then it’s all sunny skies and rainbows after that! Woo Hoo!
This day was a day of dual emotions. I was showered and in the recliner by 9 this morning because I knew I’d be leaving the house around noon and I also knew that the Cohen hearing was going to begin at 9 and I didn’t want to miss any of the hearing before leaving the house. So, I pro-acted 🙂 And once it began, I knew my internal temp would rise quickly. I am sure I don’t have to explain myself and frankly, I won’t. However, those first three hours were filled with text-worthy happenings.
At a little after twelve, I headed out to pick up my longtime friend/colleague in Eagan. She is also retired. She left a year after I did. We headed up to France Ave and I introduced her to Q Cumbers! I wasn’t sure if my casino/former colleague/Como Park zoo friend was going to be able to make it, but I also invited him as the three of us were in our early stages of our careers at RHS back in the early 80s. And, as luck would have it, he was able to make it. Humorously, he must’ve seen us and headed over to us, only to totally skip paying for the lunch. I was in the bathroom, but the third of us told him he needed to pay. lol And so we began the salad bar parade. This was his first time too.
The three of us have known each other for 37 years. We taught together in those early years, we played together with other young teachers who were nothing if not fun, and we experienced one another’s joys and sorrows together during those years. When Eagan High School opened, we lost one of us to a position at that school. Over time, we lost contact with one another. As the years moved forward, life stepped in and the most we knew of each other is what we learned when we’d see each other in the halls at school. The socialization days seemed to be over. I always missed those years. We all had a ton of fun together. In those days, we, as young teachers, didn’t mind seeing those we worked with well beyond the working hours. We’d party on weekends together. We’d see each other off and on throughout each summer. Eventually, that all changed as life will.
Think of it, however. Thirty-seven years. You just don’t throw 37 years away because “life happened.” And since the three of us are retired, we have time once again to reconnect and revitalize our bond. Nothing makes me happier. We’ve been able to pick up and move forward from where we left off. We’ve done this several times now. One of us has faced medical challenges in the past couple of years, but they’ve come out of it the victor. Today was another celebration of our friendship and of life. Retirement is truly grand. It allows for these types of days to occur. And nothing’s better than connecting with longtime friends.
We finally began eating at 1. We didn’t leave Q Cumbers until after 3. That should tell you how much fun we were having. We talked of old, we talked of the present. We mentioned former friends and peers. Ironically, one of my former students was there with her three children. I think she said she was the class or 2004. I taught both her and her brother.
The sun was out in all its grandeur today. This restaurant is all windows. It lent itself to a wonderful couple of hours of food and conversation. And laughs. Many many laughs. I’ve always said that I came to RHS at the right time. I entered a building with solid teachers who held the bar high but solid people who were simply good folks. I’ve always been grateful for having landed there when I did. Some of the best years of my existence. You can’t get much better than good friends who care about you.
So, that was my day. I was driving my friend back to her house while the third person had to meet a commitment in the north burbs. As I drove into her driveway, I parked and we continued to talk for at least another half hour. This is the woman who I used to call “Mary” because I used to tell her she reminded me of Mary Tyler Moore. Amazing woman. My friend, I mean. Well, Mary too, but….you know 🙂
How was your Wednesday? And are you ready for it to be Thursday already tomorrow? And then the weekend will be knocking at your door! Tomorrow night is column night and this week I write about comfort food growing up. My goal…is to get you to think about those foods you once had growing up that you perhaps haven’t seen for many years. Then I’ll be back Friday night. And, if I haven’t told you, Saturday night (5 PM actually), I’ll be calling Bingo at the Legion in Rosemount. It’s “Halfway to Leprechaun Days Family Bingo and Chili Cook-Off” night. First the bingo and then the cook-off. People bring in crock pot after crock pot of homemade chili. It gets judged by selected personnel and then there are awards doled out. Last year, the crowd was small because the weather was crappy. Lots of snow. This year it should be fine, so I am expecting a lot of people in that backroom. I look forward to calling it again. Maybe I’ll see you then, but we’ll chat once before on Friday night, so….have a great end to your week and we’ll see you in 48 hours, give or take 🙂
G’Night!