One of the high points of the day was when, in the course of our plumbing adventures, my husband blew out the pilot light of the water heater. He did this by remote control, so to speak, from outside the house, while fooling around with anything that might be a pipe, so we didn’t realize it until #1 son had to shower in cold water for his graduation. It took a mere hour for us to isolate and solve that problem.
My call to the gas company was a low point.
Another high point was the celebratory lunch, just a little family party with #1 son’s favorite foods.
The local bakery (not the French bakery, but the one where the handsomest man in town works) made funny little cakes with the high school mascot, so we had one of those in addition to a homemade lemon pound cake.
Let’s see… what other high points were there in the day? Grocery shopping, cleaning the kitchen, a lecture from my husband on how I should have been cleaning, #2 son’s gymnastics, picking up a few patterns at the Simplicity 99 cent pattern sale… No high points there.
Possibly the time involved in helping #1 son tie a half-Windsor, with the aid of an online guide.
I have been told to quit bragging about my kids, but I am allowed to mention how handsome and grown-up he looked, right?
And there were new security measures at the graduation. Only one entrance was open, and there were tables there where people checked our bags for handguns. It is still a little shocking to me to encounter things like that.
But of course the real high point of the day was the graduation. Seeing the kids whom we have know since they were tiny walk up for their diplomas, sharing the happiness with old friends, the caps in the air — definitely the real high point.
#1 son went after dinner to the annual graduation lock-in, so he hasn’t returned yet, but we can feel confident that he will. I am glad that they do this. They lock the kids in at the university gym, with games and dancing and sports and stuff, and give them breakfast in the morning before sending them home. It has cut down severely on the post-graduation party drunk driving accidents in our town.
Knitting pictures tomorrow. I’ll just say very quickly that, should you want to knit “Cherry Bomb” from Big Girl Knits, you should think twice about the part right after the underarm shaping where it says “Knit 42 rows stockinette.” I don’t know what they meant to say, but that was not it.
It is my considered opinion that you forgot to mention one of the high points of the day — the one where the miracle happens that lets you prepare wonderful food even though your kitchen sink isn’t working. Not everyone is that blessed. As for people telling you not to brag about your kids: You should pay attention to that only in the sense of not behaving like Hyacinth Bucket on “Keeping Up Appearances.” The sort of tasteful restrained bragging about your kids that you do is permissible, and you should continue to do it.
When #1 son gets home — a very sleepy #1 son — please give him our heartiest congratulations.
LOL. Not a funnel-neck?
I see a fair-isle funnel neck in my future. Maybe out of that Telemark.
I just accidentally erased my comment. Whoops. What I said was (1) I like your serving dishes. (2) Congratulations to you son (and your and your husband as well. It’s nice for the parents to get a little pat on the back). (3) My high school colors were purple and gold so that hats in the air photo seems vaguely familiar.
OF COURSE you should brag about your kids. Who else is going to with such love and affection? For my post-grad party, the school went to Disneyland. Every year, many of the high schools in California (and surrounding areas) go to Disneyland for post-grad. They close Disneyland to tourists and the like and let a bunch of high school students take over for the night. It’s open all night and we just frolicked and played and had a really good time! The catch? You have to be dressed in semi-formal attire (men in suits type of stuff). There is nothing more hilarious than riding The Pirates of the Caribbean ride (which has water) in a dress.
Congratulations to #1 son. And 99 cent patterns are ALWAYS a high point. 
ha HA, 42 rows stockinette!
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Congratulations to #1 son. High school graduation is one of those cultural differences between NZ and the US. We don’t graduate from high school here – it’s something that always seems rather odd to us. We graduate from university (and now polytechs) but we just leave high school as soon as we can. And what is next up for #1 son now? Does he know where he is going to college/university (is there a difference between the two?)
LOL! That Bulldog cake is so cute! He kinda looks like he’s gotta fart.
2 weeks until my #2 daughter graduates. I am actually pretty calm as I know, just as i did when #1 daughter graduated last spring, I will survive.
Lots of Faygo, cheap hot dogs and a big half sheet cake from my neighborhood bakery. It’s all good!
Congrats to you and yours!!!!