The Daily Dishtowel - 11
Tuesday, June 02, 2020
Day 4892 of captivity.
Okay, no, it's not captivity, especially with the loosening of lockdown rules. It just feels like it in some ways. Terms like "stir crazy" begin to seem all too real.
I have been remiss. I don't seem to get that streak momentum going that's one of the cornerstones of SparkPeople. So it goes...
But I didn’t come here to discuss those things.
Fifty years ago today was my high school graduation.
After the first reunion (forty-five years ago! is that possible?) we moved the date from June to October, where it’s been ever since. We had a reputation for being the... ah, thriftiest class in our school and it may come as no surprise to learn that big-event venues are generally cheaper in the fall, since winter with its holidays and spring graduations and summer weddings and vacations and the rest of the yearly events. At least, it’s always worked for us.
We set up a Facebook group page quite a while back. For this golden anniversary – if you can call it that - wheels were set in motion late last year. The venue was booked, everything was set - I even reserved a room - until about a month ago when some deposit deadlines loomed and an uneasy discussion arose. Should we cancel it? Postpone it? If we go ahead, what's the risk for lost deposits? (Hand-in-hand with our thrift is our tiny budget.)
We decided to move it back for one year - the venue said the weekend we wanted was available in 2021 - and we could always reevaluate early next year.
Great, fine. Group-wise we had a breather, and made jokes about how we were always the class late to everything anyhow. We started calling it the Plus-One reunion. We might be a cheap class, yes, but not without a sense of humor.
This year we had family events (two weddings, a milestone anniversary, and a big-number birthday) happening in June and October. The timing worked well for me, and I was hyped for the class I'm doing to be finished, a personal celebration (mostly one of relief), and a long-awaited reward for myself, as I've not so much as seen the kids since last August. I looked forward to a busy rest-of-the-year.
Well. The best-laid plans o’mice and men. And Kasey.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. I know this is small beans, compared to the heartbreak of so many people and families from these last few months. Things could be so much worse, and when it comes to something like this, I’m generally pretty sanguine about it. I can be resilient.
One of the family events has been moved back to October 2021. The last thing I wanted after all this craziness was a conflict of dates, so we had a brief flurry of posts on our FB page to see if a date for the reunion had been pinned down. The head of the committee checked with the venue and –
They have cancelled all events for the foreseeable future. Stuff about being unable to get contracts with suppliers, about insurance, about liability... And it seems this may be the case for most places, with everything being topsy-turvy. In other words, we may not be able to re-schedule, certainly not with them, as they're planning to get out of the event business, and possibly won't be able to find a place.
As I say, there are worse things. Most of us still around are on the FB page so we can chatter and catch-up. Maybe we’ll do a mass-chat like Zoom or Skype.
In the meantime, today my thoughts are with a group of people who remember what Corn County was like in the 1960s, a time when most of us had problems no bigger than the ups and downs and angst of teen life.
[A small post-script: twenty years ago today my daughter graduated from high school. I’ve always thought it a neat coincidence.]
Carpe diem, people! It’s a new day. :-)