We received a dusting of snow in Northern Colorado during the night. The sky is overcast, giving me one of those rare gray, dreary days that are perfect for writing. I’ve checked my e-mail, tweeted The Blood-Red Pencil post and upcoming classes for Northern Colorado Writers, and am about to do one more chore before I go back to work on my novel.
That one more chore is going to be fun. I received the scanned senior yearbook photos for my high school Class of ’60 from administrators at the school. Now I need to make sure I can open the files and save them to my computer. I’m in charge of nametags for our 50th class reunion in September, and I’m going to use our senior pictures on those nametags.
Our graduating class was relatively small (less than 40, I think), and we haven’t had many reunions. I haven’t seen some of my classmates since 1985. I hope I’d recognize everyone, but I’m not real sure.
I took a break here and checked out the photos. Started with my own, of course. Yep, that’s me. In 1960. Don’t you love that pageboy hairdo with the wave?
It was a great relief to find out the school already had the photos scanned and on file. I tried scanning a few from my yearbook and found the quality okay but getting the book aligned on the flat bed scanner a bit of a problem.
Okay, enough play. I must get back to the writing project. I now have four hours to focus. See you later.