Saturday was lovely, but cold. Well, cool to the younger generation, and by three in the afternoon, when the sun penetrated to the back of the barn, downright hot out in the sun. Beth had a decent day with the family's orphan heirlooms, and I had a very decent day with towels. Only one color is totally sold out, so I'm not behind the eight ball yet.
And then we had today. Caroline graduated high school. My last grandchild. Francis drove Ruth and me to Severance Hall so he could push me and the wheelchair into place. Ruth and I sat in the last row against the wall, Beth, France and Bill sat in the last row of seats.
The home of the Cleveland Orchestra is as magnificent as ever. And down on the orchestra's stage, the Hawkin class of 2022. You really can't tell from here, but the girls wore white and the boys blue. All the girls carried a rose, all the boys wore the rose in their lapel. Here's a wonderful photo. It's so far away, my description is required.
The second row, forth from the left, is Caroline. I missed her coming in, and it took me a long time to pick her out. I was puzzled at the blue jacket, but when she walked across the stage her outfit was the blue jacket and blue short shorts. Terrific. I can't wait to hear her rationale. It will range from "I'll never wear the dress again" to "Sexist pigs!"
Small world. Caroline just phoned and I asked her to 'splain. And it is, "The girls were required to wear white, but there was no dress code for the boys." That's my girl. Also her mother's girl.
And to close, I've had a lovely bank holiday, celebrating the Queen's diamond jubilee with my friends across the pond, and my English sister-in-law. Hazel claims to be no royalist, but this celebration was no usual event. And let's hear it for Her Highness and Paddington.