Holy Spirit High School And The Inmates

Yesterday was overcast, which I always find depressing, and it was the start of the weekend, which often sends me on at least a mild downer, but overall, it was a good day. For some reason, I started looking through my old yearbook--Holy Spirit High School, Class of 1954--and even reading some of it.
That wasn't easy because the religiosity was so overwhelmingly awful, even for a Catholic school. Most of the prose, supposedly written by the student staff, surely came straight from Sister Mary Jane's. The school principal, she was actually a pretty sharp cookie, but the old-time piety, vanished now--at least, I hope it is--sets one's mind to reeling and one's stomach to heaving.
Anyhoo, I noted how many of my classmates are now in the Land Of The Dead and there are a lot of them. But some not only live, but thrive, and I picked up the phone and called Jeanne Dollard Painter. We talk a few times a year and I always enjoy it. She remarked that high school was the most miserable period of her life, which surprised me, since she was so pretty and popular. Of course, I agreed and one of my permanent "I'm grateful for this" is that I finally escaped.
Jeanne has an apartment in Montvale, NJ, but was in Florida with John, her 91-year-old paramour, whom I've met. We had a fun talk and it cheered me up.
I then dialed up (or punched in) Mary Martin Hoffman, who just recently moved into -------- House (I blanked on the name, a low-income residence in Margate, although I've been there), as her sister did, too. They like it a lot and I'm happy for her. We caught up on our lives and that was good.
I then called my Blog-Buddy, Ms. Patricia McHale Rogers, and had a good talk. We read each other's blogs every day and it's fun to recognize names of people I've never met. Pat and I have lots in common, including that aforementioned background, and we agree on a lot of topics. Some we don't, but we're comfortable with that. It was great fun to talk with her.
Yet another battle-scared HSHS survivor called later: sister Betty and she seemed pretty with-it, for a change. I told her I'd be over to see her on Tuesday, but if it rains, may postpone. (And I used to make fun of these Californians, afraid of a little rain!)
Lunched, then set off with my little cart. I walked to Sprout's, then WinCo,  a good three miles and I was glad to get it in. I got fresh tuna- and swordfish steaks at the former and fajitas and several other essential items at WinCo. I then bused to the 99-Cent store for rice cakes, walked part of the way home, hopped a bus, and picked up grapes at Von's.  All that was simple enough, but when you're walking and busing in lieu of driving, it takes a while.
Got home about 5:30 and cut up my mushrooms, divided three pounds of ground turnkey, and stir-fried all with the sweet peppers and onions I had prepared before. Had it for dinner and it was yummy.
Additional note to Patti: Happy day, I slept like a stone last night!