Images and a Few Words
15 May 2003

Tomorrow is graduation (upon which much rain will fall, damn it) and our Ireland departure. I had many good intentions of writing a few entries before we leave but it's just not going to happen. Instead I have a few pictures to show you and a few quick things to say.

Michele wrote a wonderful entry on my birthday, all about how we met because of Rent, some drama that ensued, and how we found each other via the journaling world. The journaling world? Small. Smaller than you'd think. (Another darling Michelle celebrated my birthday in style, and Lyn wrote an entry on my birthday just because I asked her to.)

You will recall in my last entry that I expressed much bitterness over the lack of graduation hoopla. I think I should have been more specific, because I was talking about family hoopla. 90% of my family just doesn't get it. At all. Only one other person has ever graduated from college; they just don't get it. I need to accept that and get over it, because plenty of people do get it:

pretty pretty

They got it even without the flowers, but it was a lovely, lovely thing to do. Who, you ask? Maybe this will help:

I am so lucky in my friends.

I was fooling around in the car this morning, loathe to go to work for the last time for two weeks. I had my digital camera in my bag. Here's part of what resulted:


me. a rear view mirror.

This is one of the trees in our yard. It's not even the most magnificent, but on this day, it definitely won the pretty award:


spring. spring! wherefore art thou spring?

I'm heading off for a couple of weeks, you lovely people. It's supposed to rain the first seven days we're in Ireland, then it'll probably break for a day and rain the last five. (It's Ireland. What did we expect?) I have a cute new hat. I have the comfy shoes. I will have a diploma in hand. I will have two delicious weeks of nothing but my husband and some amazing countryside. If we find an internet cafe I'll pop in, so if you're not already on the notify list, you might want to pop back to the index page and take care of that. See you sometime the weekend after the 30th - whenever we rise up from the jet lag.

bye!

Behind me are the shelves holding my children's book collection; if you look closely you can see not only Pat the Bunny but also Moomintroll and three Hattifatteners, on a log. And the open door of the hall bathroom. I know. The excitement. Can you stand it?

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