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[May 08, 2008 @ 2:41pm] |
Ok - there have been a few nice things this week -
I got my Thalium stress test and no one has called to tell me my heart is broken, so that is good.
I cut Braveheart's hair and it came out nice, so that is also good.
I bought a hat in like, 15 mintues, which is way good for reasons you will read in a few lines...
Grace is finally feeling better - WTG, Grace!
We may manage to get a few of us Elanimals together in June right around (Coincidentally) my birthday.
We have had a nurse three days this week and are supposed to have one tonight too.
My mother likes the Rivendell socks so as soon as I can figure out whether the rest of the site has to be secure if the payment is going through PayPal I can get the pattern as a download.
Braveheart has learned an important thing about human nature and his communication device. He asked for something by pressing it's button on the device twice. Third time, he pressed "grandma" first, and then what he wanted. If it's everyone's responsibility, no one takes care of it. All must be personalized. I hope he remembers that...
And - drumroll here, big drumroll - my brother is getting his second Master's degree, and we get to go to the ceremony on Saturday.
50 years ago my parents had a plan and one HS diploma between the two of them. The plan was to get an education. The plan, actually, was to get an education for all of us, even those of us who had yet to be born, and this plan was executed in the face of significant obstacles, not the least being the relatives who mocked them and told my father he was a bum and should get a job instead of going to school. There are five of us in my family of origin, and Saturday's degree brings the total number of Graduate Degrees to eight.
You cannot imagine how I feel about this.
Graduation, in my family, is hardly less sacramental than marriage. And every graduation is celebrated not only as itself, but recalls and celebrates every other graduation, not only in our family, but of every person for whom a degree was not a walk-through on a carpet of money. A degree implies that you have stuck with it, that you have cleared hurdles, that you have persevered in the face of adversity. With a degree, you can say to yourself, "I set out to do this, I did it, and I should therefore be able to do the next thing, too."
Do not get me wrong - there are many, many people out there who have not got a piece of sheepskin, but are tremendous successes at what they do, are more informed about the world than I am, are better able to navigate our crazy society. A degree does not promise that you will succeed at anything, and not having a degree certainly does not promise that you won't. But wanting a degree, going after it, hunting it down, bagging it, and bringing it home to hang over the fireplace if you so desire - well, that is one of the ways you can get to where you want to be by applying your own efforts and sacrifices to a goal, and it is probably the way my family understands best.
I get all teary at graduations. I have trouble driving to them - the first time this brother stood up in a cap and gown I drove over the George Washington Bridge on the way from - well, New Jersey, to, still, New Jersey. I'd lived 13 miles from that bridge a good part of my life and certainly knew the roads - I was just that crazed with joy. For the next brother I took the train. But for both brothers, an for my father, and even for myself, I had Marvelous Hats. (I graduated with a degree in Medieval studies wearing a Henin)
The hat for this one is off-white, transparent, and almost 2 feet across the brim.
Your happinesses below.
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