O is for Opportunity (and Old)

Well, she did it. Anita graduated. I got there just in time to see the hats flying. Her's was brilliantly decorated with Boston University. It made me a bit misty, if you know what I mean. All those fresh faces beginning their adult lives, all the opportunity to screw up without all-too-terrible consequences and so-very-little responsibility. It is just a recipe for pleasure, as long as you are smart enough to know where the big, black, point-of-no-return lines are drawn. Big sigh, what a wonderful time that was.

Okay, back to reality. Anita was a little annoyed with us. We didn't get on the football field in time to take photos with her friends. We weren't walking fast enough. Lauren didn't stand when they asked previous graduates to stand. You know, we were being family...less than perfect, and yet often more than you deserve.

Besides, being a grad is all about being on top, and you know where that leave the rest of us. And that is a place I am all too familiar with, as I literally scraped the miniscule flecks of butter off of my son's peach which I so carelessly used after spreading butter on his waffle. You would think the kids might die of clotted cream from the sounds of his protest.

I guess this is an egg-cellent segway to brunch on Father's Day. (I am a big fan of the pun. Good ones, bad ones...they all make me smile. Stupidly, I enjoy a pun. You will just have to tolerate a few in order to get along with me. It is not a lot to ask. So regardless of how many people roll their eyes and tell me how hokey and pathetic they are, I continue.)

We ate at the Ocean House in Carlsbad. It has definitely seen better days. A little rundown and decor from another era. I find those places charming. I know when I get old, I will look like that place. I will have cherished sweaters and loud-floral blouses the wrong color with dated details and bad proportions. All of my accessories will speak to an earlier time when I was chic and trendy. It's a lesson in aging to appreciate a place like that. I think the whole weekend made me feel like a has-been.

Dave loved the brunch. He thoroughly enjoys a brunch buffet and that is just a sweet thing. It is not only Father's Day, but the anniversary of his father's passing two years prior. So, we need to pay our respects. Dave ate a large plate of fruit in his honor. He loved fruit. He gave that gene to Mr. Squeaky-Clean Peach. Clearly, Dave and I live through food.

Tonight, we are going to share some Govida Platinum Collection chocolates. Mmmm. My mouth is watering. It will make me happy because my rheumatoid is killing me. It's making my body throb and ache and burn and swell. I don't suppose that could be causing my early-onset, elder syndrome?

In keeping with my ancient-y du jour, there is an exhibit in Carlsbad about aging. You know, different artists interpretations...I saw a butterfly in the bunch and well, that is a little trite for me. But, I should see more before I dismiss the work. Oh, it all comes together at once sometimes.

Well, time to shake off the old. Because Gabriel starts school tomorrow and I get a new lease on life! (Assuming we both think it is right for us.) What the heck do I do with myself and with Phoebe? Looks like I am going to be starting to work again. I am waiting to hear from my client, I just dropped the bombshell that I moved. If they are cool, I will be busy without having to make my own way. If they flinch, I need a purpose.

Baby steps though..tomorrow. What do I do with myself tomorrow?