The Grandson is now a high school graduate.
The graduation took place on the football field. We arrived in a light drizzle an hour before the ceremony was to begin, and the stadium was already packed, home and visitors, with people lining the fences on foot and in lawn chairs. Two nice ladies squeezed together to make room for The Husband and me on the visitors' side, but there were no seats left for Son #1 and his family. We gave them our seats halfway through the ceremony.
The crowd was not allowed on the football field, which has a new synthetic turf that must not be ruined. When the ceremony was over, instead of being allowed to rush the field as used to happen, the crowd was instructed to meet the graduates at the front door of the school. It took us a while to find The Grandson amid all the jostling, but we found him and took a couple of pictures with him. He is associated with a barbeque cooking team, and the last I heard, he was planning to join them at a bbq contest after graduation. He seemed anxious to get going, so we did not dally.
He is an intelligent young man, and I had so hoped that he would go to college this fall. He has decided to join the military. I'm not particularly happy about this; I cannot stand to think about him being sent away to parts unknown.
This morning, I'm picking him up to go with me to renew his car tag. If he's not in a hurry to get back to the bbq cooking contest, we might have lunch somewhere. We may not have many more opportunities to hang out together, now that he's "grown."
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Yesterday, I finished drawing/painting enough thank-you cards requested by my niece to call the project officially done. I may make a few more for good measure.
My niece is volunteering at a local festival (the same one in which The Grandson is participating); the thank-you cards are for her assistants. The cards feature a pig with the Memphis bridge in the background. When I texted her earlier this week for clarification on the size, she was busy with preparations for the festival. Her response was that she trusted my judgment. "Just nothing vulgar," she added.
My response to that was, "So I guess the 'thanks for humping it' idea is out, huh?"
She said, "Well, maybe make one or two. 😂"
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