When I got to the farm, my grandparents were there. Grandpa said he got two of my thank you notes. :) He said that when they received the second, they originally thought, “Oh, she forgot she sent one!” Then they noticed it had been placed in a plastic baggy with a note of apology that it was damaged.
:)
Awesome.
I may drop mail in the street more often.
I forgot that Larry’s graduation was today. When Terra mentioned that he was graduating this Saturday I thought, “Oh, the party must be another week…” I thought it was like, the 19th or something. But, when I got to the farm with only my Sunday dress and some raggitty (raggidy? raggy? What is the word…) farm clothes, I decided I’d have to wear what I wore to work Friday. Nice. And sort of uncomfortable. Whatever.
I’d never been to a graduation before. So when the commencement speaker started talking about political apathy, I leaned over to my mom and whispered, “Is this how they usually go?” and she said he was probably just trying to make the students aware. I had this image in my mind about Bill Cosby making funny jokes and it being all about how this is the beginning of your life and stuff. But no.
Then I leaned over and said, “He must not know Larry. I’m sure he’s made half the student body more aware.”
And then I said, “Dad’s going to meet this guy afterwards.”
Sure enough.
After the speech, my dad shot up into the air like he was spring loaded and started exuberantly clapping. He was standing alone for a good 5 seconds (which seemed like forever) before Uncle Mark stood up and then the rest of us relatives dragged ourselves up as well. That started a chain reaction in the auditorium that eventually made its way down to Larry on the front row.
Betcha didn’t know Uncle Tom was responsible for that forced standing ovation, huh? (Well technically you did because we talked about it later. But, at the time…)
You kinda can’t be the only one sitting during a standing ovation.
So yeah, I didn’t have lunch til about 2 because Dad had to go meet this guy. I sent him a text message, “Round it up. Invite him to lunch,” but the only time Dad ever left his phone in the car was today.
N E Wayz, he thinks the Second Depression will be coming sooner than thought.
You know how WW1 was just called The Great War or whatever until WW2? I wonder if my grandkids will be talking about D1 and D2. Or living D3.
I wonder if Obama will be shot. I wonder if Laura’s government class predicted that, too.
I’m really trying to take advantage of not having to go to bed at 10 while I’m at the farm… but I’m just so exhausted from all the nothing I did today. All I’m guilty of today is sitting in a car, sitting in an auditorium, sitting in a resteraunt (I’m not even going to look up how to spell that word. I’ll never be able to do it. Wait, did I get it right?? It’s not underlined in red! Wow), and sitting in an apartment. Yet I wanted to go to bed at 5:30.
Let It Rock by Kevin Rudolf