Yesterday, one of my particularly righteous high school classmates messaged me, asking me a righteous question about our righteous reunion, taking place in a righteous number of days and less than two weeks:
How many people are coming?
Number is difficult to say.
Here’s the reason her righteous question seemed righteously difficult to answer in that particularly righteous moment: Many of our righteous classmates who’ve righteously expressed a righteous intent to attend the reunion had not sent in their righteous money, as of the righteous Friday before a righteous holiday weekend. I am not the least self-righteous about this, because I often wait to the last righteous minute to send in my righteously earned money, no matter how righteous the bill.
Because my classmate’s question was so righteous, though, I also righteously told her the righteous number of people who had righteously sent in their righteous $ ( according to another righteous classmate, who’s in charge of our righteous class’s righteous cash).
I wish I could say that righteous number of paid-up attendees was 42, since several of my righteous readers have righteously reminded me that 42 — according to righteous author Douglas Adams — is the righteous meaning of life. The righteous reunion number I told her yesterday was not 42, but righteously close to that.
Here’s my righteous classmate’s righteous reply:
41 is a righteous number. This week it will be 42.
How could my righteous classmate so righteously know that our righteous reunion would definitely meet that righteous, meaning-of-life number? She had every right to know, because her righteous check was in the mail.
I righteously expect the number of righteous reunion attendees will, at least, match the righteous number of my class’s years out of high school — 45.
- 45 years is a particularly righteous number to survive beyond high school and
- we shall easily and righteously have 45 people at our righteous reunion.
Actually, I think — righteously or not — that we’ll have a number righteously higher than 42 or 45, on our righteous reunion date of September 19. However, as another righteous classmate texted me last week, when we were discussing the righteous reunion numbers:
Time will tell.
He is so righteously right about that.
Here’s another number I am righteously contemplating this morning:
That’s the number of righteously hot degrees we’re expecting in righteous Boston today. Since the righteous high school my righteous son righteously attends has no righteous air conditioning, my son just said to me, righteously:
Maybe I’ll wear my bathing suit to school.
I wonder if I should wear my bathing suit to my high school reunion? I could, because the righteous reunion location …
… is righteously near the ocean.
It’s only righteous that I include a righteous number of new photos in today’s righteous post, in addition to those 2 righteous pictures. What do you, my righteous reader, guess is the righteous number of new righteous pictures I took yesterday, which was righteous Labor Day in the righteous USA?
Was that a righteously lower number than you righteously expected?
Here’s my righteous prediction for the number of righteous readers who will comment on this righteous post:
Time will tell if I am righteously right about that, too.
Time for some righteous music for this righteous post!
The righteous number of Gustav Mahler’s last complete symphony is 9. This is righteous movement #4:
Here’s the righteous Leonard Bernstein, taking about Mahler’s 9th symphony:
This weekend, the righteous announcer on the righteous Boston classical radio station WCRB-FM said, about Mahler’s righteous 9th symphony:
It’s like Mahler’s farewell to the world and life
… which struck me as particularly righteous, because of how righteous that symphony is.
According to righteous Wikipedia, Mahler
- knew he had “a heart that was defective” when he was composing his righteous 9th,
- kept composing and performing until the end of his life, despite his heart condition,
- died 2 months short of his 51st birthday because of “bacterial endocarditis, a disease to which sufferers from defective heart valves were particularly prone, and for which the survival rate in pre-antibiotic days was almost zero.”
Some of my righteous readers might understand these 4 righteous words from me:
Thank goodness for antibiotics.
Righteous thanks to all the righteous people and things that helped me compose this righteous post and special thanks to you — of course! — for being so righteous.