Owen graduated, yes he did! And he did fabulously well! He had to announce a song and he did and he did it perfectly. The children sang songs and they were all so precious and so perfect. While they filed offstage to get lined up to get their diplomas, they showed a video with a picture of each child as a baby and what they look like now and they played music behind it. Just as Owen's picture came up, this song came on.
And if there is a recording in this world which is so immediately attached to my heart and tears, I have yet to encounter it. I sat there and cried and cried and cried and just finding the video and listening to a few seconds of it has made me cry again.
I remember when Lynn died and we had her after-party here and Shayla and I danced in the hallway together to this song and I will never forget it and fuck if I'm not just weeping now.
Oh, Iz. You were an angel. I wish I had known you...
They decided not to go to Chuck E Cheese right after the ceremony and so I got out of that one. Thank you, sweet baby Jebus. Instead I went to the New Leaf and bought rosemary oil so that I can try to figure out how to make bug-spray for the garden with it. Hell, if it works on ants...
I figure I'll blend up some hot peppers, put those and a little of the rosemary oil and some soap, maybe a little oil, in water and see if that'll blast the aphids. Or whatever. It can't hurt, right? The yard-long beans are covered in them and although I've seen a few lady bugs hard at work I'm not sure they're up to the task. Here's what the bloom of that particular vegetable looks like.
Anyway, I went to the seafood market after the New Leaf. I love that place. I feel so right-at-home there. I bought shrimp for Hank's party tomorrow night (he wants shrimp salad and key lime pie) and then to the Publix where I bought the rest of the stuff I'll need.
Lily's best friend from forever ago had her baby boy today. Lily sent me this picture when she went up to the hospital to see her.
The mama had a right smart labor, pretty short and all is well.
Life just keeps going on, doesn't it?
And tomorrow night we will celebrate Hank. His birthday isn't until June 10 but he's going to be in Pennsylvania when the actual day arrives so we're going to have his family party tomorrow. I'm going to go boil eggs for the salad. The shrimp salad I make is one that our Norwegian friend, Anne-Helena used to make and it is a cherished favorite. Lettuces, shrimps, Havarti cheese, red peppers, avocados, tomatoes, corn, tiny seashell pasta, hard-boiled eggs. And the dressing (goop) I make from (I swear to god) Heinz chili sauce and mayonnaise. Just like what my grandmother used to make to serve with crab legs.
There will be bread, as well.
What a day. And tomorrow will be a joy with the cooking and baking and making of bug spray, the cleaning out of the hen house, the celebrating of my boy Hank, the gathering again of this family.