Everyone else gets ready to go

L should be home about eight with the rental car, and maybe at that point, if M can be decoyed or simply endured as she howls because Mama isn’t holding her every single minute, she can start pulling together some of the things to be packed for their trip.

Oh . . . yes, the trip.  L, T, and M are driving to Maryland for L’s 25th high-school reunion at The Park School in Brooklandville, MD.  I don’t get to go because I need to work every day I possibly can between now and whenever I’m furloughed—sometime in June, I hope.  I wouldn’t mind getting to go to her reunion, because her class (Park ’77) is full of far cooler and more interesting people than mine (Comanche [TX] HS, ’75) was.  There are a good number of people in her class I like; I detested my own year so badly that after I graduated, I only kept up with two of them—one now dead for many years, and the other M’s godmother.

This means I’m going to be home alone for a week and a half.  Without anything to occupy me at home and after work, and with just about all my significant friends and loves someplace else, I’m going to be very lonely; I can feel that beginning to pile up already.