I generally am in school auditoriums for band concerts, but last night Laura and I attended middle school graduation of my last granddaughter, Caroline Lenore.
This first picture is of the graduates assembling, one by one. It's real purpose is to show the vile metal chairs we have in this room. In past events in this room I've asked the ever so attentive parent/supervisors to bring comfortable chairs for me, and for Ruth. Last night I forgot, until I sat down. Too late!
This is a Montessori school in Cleveland. Both France and Caroline were here at Ruffing, eight or nine years. Pre-whatever through eighth grade, which has another name in Montessori. France has been two years at Hawken, a high school. Caroline is accepted there for next year. There she is, second from left.
Spotted!. Too bad, sweetheart, you only "move up" once. I have an eye on you! I didn't leave early; I spent two and one half hours on awful chairs, and without supper! And, I got a big hug in the hall way; ample reward.
Yesterday I loaded the my thirty-odd filled spools on the spool rack and left the room. The missing peg has a funny ending. Laura sawed our new dowel to the proper length while I began removing the bolts from the stand's feet. When we were all done, I counted the pegs one more time. In spite of having counted thirty nine of them, over and over on Wednesday, yesterday there were forty one. An extra hole.
I was so sore and tired from those metal chairs last night, I slept through any noise my UPS fellow may have made this morning. Of course, the cat was not about to alert me to the delivery of the cone of thread that was promised for delivery no later than tonight. I am set to go, as soon as I come back from a long overdue haircut.