My apologies for disappearing on you for nearly a week, and writing only sporadically for a few weeks before that, but all will be explained today. I’ve been more than a little busy, and there are two parts to this explanation that both involve ‘firsts’ for me.
Over this past weekend I did something that I had never done before, and never thought I would ever do. I attended my very first high school reunion, ever. My feeling about reunions is that there’s little point in seeing people whom I hadn’t been in touch with since graduation. I mean, what would we say to one another? I like the gray roots showing on your head? Oh, wait, that’s what they might say to me. Or, what did you ever do with that graduate school degree I heard you picked up along the way? Oh, wait, that’s another comment that might be tossed in my direction, with an answer that would be more than surprising since the things I do now have little to do with my MBA.
I’ve always believed that if my classmates and I wanted to stay in touch, it would have been an ongoing thing, as it has been with a very small handful of them. But, one of my best friends from that handful coaxed me into going to reunion this year, saying she has always gotten so much out of the shared camaraderie found in our reunited group of classmates. I figured, if not now, when? It’s not like I can delay until the year I look any younger, thinner, or better, which was my excuse in my thirties. That ship has long sailed away.
I studied my high school yearbook with the eagerness of a puppy chewing on a bone in the weeks leading up to this weekend. With a deficient memory like mine, I knew the only chance I had to connect with people would be if I prepared. With massive trepidation I traveled to New York City for the weekend with a local friend/classmate who was also going (thanks for the ride, Regina!). I stayed in a small boutique hotel called Hotel Wales, located on the very upper east side of Manhattan, and became reacquainted with my classmates and my educational roots. Did I ever mention that I attended Hunter College High School, the alma mater of Lin Manuel Miranda, now famous for the musical “Hamilton”? I don’t mean to name drop, but he is the current darling among alums. Poor Elena Kagan is yesterday’s alumni news.
Anyway, I wish I could have brought back fabulous food stories for you from the weekend, but it was pretty much what you might expect from a catered event for a crowd. The best food I had was on the way home when my friend and I popped into Sarabeth’s for some tea and cake. Both were delicious, but the presentation is what really justified the price.
After returning home Saturday night, it was time to prepare for another first. We adopted a puppy on Sunday! After years of being a cat-only household, we decided to take the big leap and bring in a puppy to share the love.
Yes, I’ve officially gone off the deep end, but as I said about the reunion, if not now, when?
For weeks we’ve been looking for just the right puppy. Would we adopt a pure breed? If so, would it be an American Eskimo, the breed that first got us thinking about adding a dog to our home? Or a Golden Retriever? A Labrador Retriever? A Boston Terrier? A hybrid like a Puggle or a Bug? Or would we go with one of the many rescues just waiting in shelters to find a home? After consulting with our vet, and getting advice on the best choice for a household with cats, we finally decided to go for a labrador mixed breed and after weeks and many hours of looking at our local shelter, Adopt-A-Pet.com, and other online rescue sites, we found our puppy.
We’ve named our little soft bundle of puppiness Pepper. The name came to us as we were driving home after picking her up. Joe kept asking how the “pupper” was doing in the backseat on Louisa’s lap, and after kidding around that we should name her Pupper, he said maybe we should call her Pepper since it was pretty close. Well, just look at her colors – like ground peppercorns. We all agreed the name worked much more than some of the others we had been kicking around for weeks leading up to this big day.
One of our biggest worries was how would she and the cats get along. But all of that worrying was for nothing. They’ve gotten to know one another without any fanfare and can peacefully coexist in the kitchen, everyone’s favorite room. Time will tell if she becomes besties with any of the boys.