Yesterday I found the following items in boxes which were stored in my sauna:
1) invitation to Raftbuddy’s wedding and, in a separate box, her wedding announcement in the newspaper. The wedding was held June 3, 1989. She is still (happily) married to Mr. Bootstraps.
2) law school directory from 1989. Raftbuddy was a 3rd year and I was a first year student. Had totally forgotten about the boyfriend she started her law school career with – he later earned a special name which is similar to, but not quite like, Dirtbag.
3) a photo of me and Raftbuddy in a sorority frame, circa 1985; frame was pitched, photo was not. The photo was taken when Raftbuddy visited me at our home in Northern California, on her way from Oregon to the Bay Area. Raftbuddy got two speeding tickets that trip, one in each state. She earned her blog handle on the Trinity River. Raftbuddy’s mother, also from the same sorority and an elder advisor, had been the one to convince me to stay in the house; maybe she knew her daughter was showing up soon to save me?
Raftbuddy is not an expat princess but she is a princess of sorts: a former cheerleader, University student body president, lawyer; currently mother of three charming and well-behaved children, wife of a really nice man, and doyenne of Lake Oswego, a role she inherited from her grandmother Besta. She comes from a long line of strong women with genius IQs.
I rarely get the chance to visit with Raftbuddy but am hoping she is serious about getting a visa to China. We ate Chinese food on her 19th birthday – her grandmother’s treat – we were both penniless. This time, though, I’d be buying.