Thursday 6/5
Erranding back & forth, emptying bank account (oh L the settling-up we will do when you return), do-I-have-everything? Quick swing round for girly shoes to go with the dress - I promise photographic evidence of same - discovery of shoe-related luggage-carrying impairment - dinner at airport with
Dad and a quick three-hour flight sharing earphones and finishing cards. Arrive at Bradley Int'l to find it has shrunk. Must be the rain and cold. Carried off by Mom's red van toward Home! and up for hours greeted with tallperson hugs and "Rachie!", with pizza and red wine. Too loud too much too soon; escape to Gram's for quiet catching-up and cat-petting. Write small letter, read Murakami, fall into sleep with the window open.
Friday 6/6
Up with the sun and thank goodness for it - graduation is outside, nice light for pictures, good weather for visitors. Dress-bustle-shuffle-lending of earrings. When did my sister get so gorgeous? Cousins arrive, coffee is made and more coffee, off to Cathedral. Commencement ceremony is lovely. Purple and white hats flying over green field - cheers and alternate words to Pomp & Circumstance courtesy of my brother - photos every which way. I am introduced to every single school friend as well as Peter's cooking teacher and Laura's Latin tutor. Tovah has been introducing herself as PT's "ex-girlfriend." These two are not allowed to sound so grown-up... Lunch out, visits in, and then all is cleaning and running around for the party tomorrow. Long talks with Mom about school and Toronto and future plans. I subsequently beg a headache and escape to talk more with Gram who always knows everything. Friday night hanging out with the former Short People who had been much missed. What's my name again? It's so loud in that house. Unexpected conversations: Peter on past and future War, Laura on literature, Mom on relationships, Dad on a set of near-perfect speakers. All right, maybe Dad's was expected. They are good speakers, handmade by Seth the Engineer in 19-seventy-whatnow? Moment saved in skin: standing outside in the front yard, barefoot with glass of tea in real live grass; two cars go by; crickets and late afternoon.
Erranding back & forth, emptying bank account (oh L the settling-up we will do when you return), do-I-have-everything? Quick swing round for girly shoes to go with the dress - I promise photographic evidence of same - discovery of shoe-related luggage-carrying impairment - dinner at airport with
Dad and a quick three-hour flight sharing earphones and finishing cards. Arrive at Bradley Int'l to find it has shrunk. Must be the rain and cold. Carried off by Mom's red van toward Home! and up for hours greeted with tallperson hugs and "Rachie!", with pizza and red wine. Too loud too much too soon; escape to Gram's for quiet catching-up and cat-petting. Write small letter, read Murakami, fall into sleep with the window open.
Friday 6/6
Up with the sun and thank goodness for it - graduation is outside, nice light for pictures, good weather for visitors. Dress-bustle-shuffle-lending of earrings. When did my sister get so gorgeous? Cousins arrive, coffee is made and more coffee, off to Cathedral. Commencement ceremony is lovely. Purple and white hats flying over green field - cheers and alternate words to Pomp & Circumstance courtesy of my brother - photos every which way. I am introduced to every single school friend as well as Peter's cooking teacher and Laura's Latin tutor. Tovah has been introducing herself as PT's "ex-girlfriend." These two are not allowed to sound so grown-up... Lunch out, visits in, and then all is cleaning and running around for the party tomorrow. Long talks with Mom about school and Toronto and future plans. I subsequently beg a headache and escape to talk more with Gram who always knows everything. Friday night hanging out with the former Short People who had been much missed. What's my name again? It's so loud in that house. Unexpected conversations: Peter on past and future War, Laura on literature, Mom on relationships, Dad on a set of near-perfect speakers. All right, maybe Dad's was expected. They are good speakers, handmade by Seth the Engineer in 19-seventy-whatnow? Moment saved in skin: standing outside in the front yard, barefoot with glass of tea in real live grass; two cars go by; crickets and late afternoon.
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