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My Graduate

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Jun 182009

The Graduate

That’s my boy.

He’s got me running errands today; he’s preparing for a mission trip with his church group, and I’m the gopher—my job is to find work gloves, track down the hammer, run out and buy batteries, do last-minute laundry, and so forth. Tomorrow I’ll be getting up at the crack of dawn to chauffeur him to the church to meet the bus, and then I won’t see him again for a week.

Sir Walter in a tutu

They had their graduation ceremony in Raleigh’s new convention center. They kept us on a pretty tight schedule, as there was another graduation before us and a third after us. And all on a weekday, so there was also the normal downtown workday traffic to contend with. Somehow mild chaos just seems an appropriate part of the whole ritual.

The seniors celebrated by dressing up the statue of Sir Walter Raleigh in a pink tutu. I think it suits him, don’t you?

Pest Control

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Jun 162009

Duchess is much less jumpy, and is settling in to her little routine. First thing in the morning I’m greeted by her squeaky little mew, as I shuffle down the hall to get her breakfast. I have to shuffle, because she weaves in and out of my path and I don’t want to kick her. On weekends when we’re a bit late getting up, she gets a little insistent. She doesn’t want breakfast—she wants me to sit on the couch and pet her.

She’s also making herself useful; Duchess is on pest control duty. The rainy weather has been driving all the creepy-crawlies indoors, and once or twice a week I’ll find a dead cockroach in the bathtub or in front of the washing machine. Duchess dispatches them during the night and leaves their little corpses for disposal. She also takes care of any moths that slip in through the door with us.

She frequently chases her tail, too, but every time she catches it something gooses her and makes her jump and lose it.

My High School Graduate

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Jun 132009

It’s official—last night we attended The Artist’s graduation ceremony. We watched him walk across the stage, accept his diploma and shake the principal’s hand, and move his tassel from right to left. He is now a high school graduate.

There were times we wondered if he was going to make it. His first two years of high school were less than impressive. However, in the last two years he’s matured tremendously; he’s been setting his own goals and taking responsibility for achieving them. (His next goal is to get his driver’s license. $DEITY help me.)

We took him out for a nice dinner afterward. He was dressed in a nice shirt and a tie—I believe it was the first time he’d ever worn a tie—and he was the best-dressed person at the table. We kept teasing him that the waitress was going to hand him the check.

By now he’s probably quite tired of hearing how proud we are of him.

One down, one to go.

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