45th Reunion...

So many years? NO.....oh yes...that's right - it is. I posted here in 2004 when I went to my 42d reunion...but it was my first. So many memories and good people. Some very special people in the group, and this time was even better. More old friends, and more amazing facts about the lives of our fellows. I find we get a unique perspective from the vantage point several decades out of high school. I find it hard to put the bond into words, yet there is a something that binds us to our youthful expectations and aspirations and, yes, innocence, that again seems to permeate the air at a reunion. You can return for a moment...

Harry Potter wraps up...

Suffering sleep deprivation, I stagger to the computer even two days later to put forth an apology for my previous post. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows was a wonderful end to a wonderful run. Very few authors sustain the quality of writing that J.K.Rowling has sustained all through the series. I am thinking about rereading them all now that the story is complete. No spoilers here - I'll just say that the story is complete. I laughed, I cried doesn't do it justice. For those teens who have read it - I hope you reread the series later in life as well because there is so much there that living will make manifest.

Since I am constrained from giving any examples and spoiling the pleasure of my friends who haven't finished yet, I can only say carry on.

Harry Potter ruminations...

Reading Harry Potter 7 is slow. I don't think it is the book, but I have been very involved in learning to fit pants and believe me this is a task for engineers, not me. I am soldiering through though, and should have a pattern for wearable, fitting pants any day now. As many have suspected, ready to wear clothing is not made for real people, but for some mythical creature somewhere who is even more elusive than the Yeti of the Himalayas. So pants fitting class has to come before HP. I have started the book, I have gotten to page 330 or so, but the pace isn't drawing me into the stupor in which I am supposed to be, where I sit mesmerized for hours at a time. This isn't happening.

I think J.K. Rowling's writing is still at the same high bar it was in the beginning; it is the fans who are now jaded and no longer surprised or enthralled by the magical happenings. And, who needs to read it fast? This is the last book...space it out. So, I will be taking my time, even when my reading time is freed up from sewing.