I have been busy the last few days. On Tuesday, I had an early concert, a St. Patrick’s Day concert. We were dressed in all sorts of shades of green. We had noise makers, whistles, and slides. It was a fun concert. Yesterday was Wednesday, my uke lesson day. Today, tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday, I have concerts, still Irish. My poor sloth is hanging on for dear life.

I became a brownie in the second grade. I had the brown uniform, the beanie and the belt with a sort of change purse. The brownie pin was on my hat. I thought the brownie looked like a pixie. I was right. A brownie is a pixie. Next was my fly-up when I became a junior Girl Scout. My uniform was green with a yellow sort of kerchief round the collar. It was tied in a square knot. I still remember left over right and right over left. I had a green beret with the Girl Scout emblem on it, but I missed the brownie. It was a bit whimsical. I had a sash. On it were the badges I earned. They were listed in the Girl Scout handbook. I have one of those. My sister found it and gave it to me at Christmas. It is exactly like the one I had. I’ll admit I started with the easy badges looking to fill my sash. A few years later, I became a senior scout. It meant more badges, overnights at the scout lodge and day trips. I remember getting a tour of Hood Milk. My grandfather who worked for Hood set it up. When I was a junior in high school, I was part of a ceremony which celebrated my troop’s 10 years in scouting. My parents attended. It was special.

I still have friends from all the stages of my life. Some date back to grammar school. We just sort of moved along together. I see high school friends here and there around town. I have new friends, my uke friends. They get me out of the house. They keep an eye on me. I am lucky with my family and my friends.

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