A pile of ice.

My 10 year High School Reunion was last month. Tony and I drove out to Indiana so I could attend it and spend some time with my family and friends. It had been SIX years since we went there, and I made the most of every moment I could. But, because the trip takes so long, I was sort of car-lagged and very sluggish some of the time. This led to me being two hours late for the festivities on Friday night. It wasn't all that bad, though, as most of my classmates were still around and I was able to get into the partial class photo and all.

When the class officers put out some feelers to get an idea for what might be the best way to celebrate and reunite, they asked if people preferred Friday evening or Saturday afternoon and if anyone had ideas for locations. I sent a message over suggesting there be events on both days. I suggested Friday evening for cocktails and grownup chatter and Saturday afternoon for a picnic in the State Park. One of the planners, Kaelin, wrote back to say it was a fantastic idea. It ended up going just that way in the end. (I am glad if it was due to my suggestion as it seemed to go over quite well and I am ever the helper.)

Well, like I mentioned above, I was late on Friday night. And it was a very fun and very action-packed evening, so I overslept the next morning. My plans for Saturday included getting to the picnic to see some of the people who weren't able to come the night before, and to meet some of the children of my classmates. Between oversleeping and dozing off while Tony was painting my toenails, I left the hotel about two and a half hours after the picnic was to have begun. I told myself during the drive from the hotel to the park that despite the insanely high temperatures and humidity, there was a shot that some people would still be there.

When we arrived at the park (and paid $7 to enter), we made our way to the sheltered area to look for everyone/anyone. The only sign we found that anyone had even used the shelter that day was a pile of ice in the grass.

I was fairly miserable to have screwed up so badly that I missed out on the picnic. I struggle to be on time for anything in my everyday life, but I really wanted it to be different on my visit home. It didn't work out that way, though. In the end, it seems I didn't miss TOO many people as the weather scared a lot of the families away from attending.

My point here (I actually have one!) is that the ice and this blog have something in common... my lack of solid effort to follow through with things that would actually bring me joy. My first and only post here was just about two and a half years ago, and that is pretty ridiculous. I want(ed) this to be a place where I could/can express myself and keep a chronicle of things in my life. It still could be that for me.

This is my new Day One. Come along for the ride.