Seth and I went up to Michigan this past week to see my little sister graduate from her fancy-schmancy high school. It was a good trip, although trying at times (as often is the case when traveling with family), but everyone (me, Seth, Mom, Dad, Grandma Pat [Dad’s mom], Grandaddy [Mom’s dad], his girlfriend Nancy [is it appropriate to call her his girlfriend? Is lady friend more appropriate?], Aunt Roberta [Mom’s oldest sister], and her husband Mike) had a good time, really. The graduation festivities lasted a while, as the school has what they call Festival the two days leading up to the graduation ceremony on Saturday morning. You can go see dancers, listen to lots and lots of music of all classical and jazzy sorts, see art, hear some great writing, and probably more that I’m forgetting. All good stuff. Also, you can take the time to just wander the campus, which inspires a little jealousy in me. I mean, don’t get me wrong - I’m incredibly happy for Annalise that she was able to go, but sheesh. The place is across the street from a national park, and the summer camp the school has puts all the campers in cabins, so trust me when I say the place is gorgous. Or, go look at some of the pictures we took and see for yourself.
Anyway, she got herself all graduated on Saturday morning, and I still can’t quite believe my little sister is so very almost all grown up. Weird.