The Secret Six

~~~~~The Secret Six on Sports Day, 6th Class~~~~~

The days are tightening up. I get phonecalls. I get emails. Cork beckons me. Stress piles a little high as it's Canadian tax season and we all know what hilarious fun taxes are.

Meetings and more meetings. Mindlessly I applied to the Canadian Census Department for a position. Never thinking...tax season+trip+play+census...might make my head explode. And now they want me and it has.

But I don't really miss my brain as for 2 weeks I won't need it. Starting Wednesday. EVERY SURVIVOR of my High School Graduation Class is going to be there including the one who couldn't because of illness and family commitment. She left a message on my phone today to say she'd be there and I was thrilled.

We had a devious little group of 6 of us in 6th class (Grade 6) who were truly appalled at all the girly stuff going on around us and on a series of lunchtimes built a fort (with our fathers' 'borrowed' tools) up high on a tree behind the wall of the sports field. Seriously. And then go there and store and read books, safe from boy/lipstick talk. We were rather an odd group, but extraodinarily lucky to have found one another all those years ago and stick to each other all through high school. And find nothing wrong with getting good marks and avoiding stupid classes like domestic science (home ec. now)and demanding calculus in our all girls' school which didn't offer it. They had to ship over a male math teacher from the boys' school across the river to teach it to the 6 of us after regular school hours. We would be called geeks today and would have been weirdly proud of that designation. I am in touch with 2 of those fairly regularly and understand two more are coming from England and another from a convent where she's been a nun forever.

The past is very much with me these days. And sometimes that's not a bad thing.